The two men walked out of their building.
They smiled at the sun and jumped down from the sidewalk to the gutter.
It was half a meter to keep the pedestrians feet dry in the summer rains.
The two men who were just brats in reality danced across the tarmac.
The sun fried the darkest edges of the road.
The aroma of breakfast foods permeated the streets.
Both just pretended the world was great.
But infact they had been evicted.
Both smelled like mold, old sweat and sour garbage.
But they wore smiles, they forced them across their faces.
Survival demanded fake nonthreatening joy.
Beside frowning wouldn't save them anyway.
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