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The city selfishly offers nothing for Manuel today. He’s very old, famished and weary, but nobody cares—not even his ungrateful children who consider him an embarrassment.
As he lies down, a mouse looks at him curiously.
“I’m sorry, I have nothing to give you,” he whispers to his little friend.
He reaches for a purple garment, hugs it dearly and unknowingly, tears trickle down his face.
“Thank you. I never felt so alone with you,” he muttered before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.
In the morning, two rich men weep in regret, but it’s too late.
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