Scene: Tourist-rich Eighth Avenue in the 40s, with a smattering of after-workers heading towards unsatisfying happy hours.
The players: A local mentally ill, substance abuser on the edge of her circuit, nodding in a lump on the pavement. Her new man, stalking the space next to the flower mart, intensity pouring from between his few teeth.
"All we need is a few pennies. Help us! If you help us, we can help you... to not be homeless."
Even he seemed taken aback by this new angle in his pitch.
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