The Tramp. The Park was silent. Still. night had fallen. and the only living thing in the park was a man, his only possession, a dilapidated bag.

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The tramp

The Park was silent. Still. night had fallen. and the only living thing in the park was a man, his only possession, a dilapidated bag. His clothes were moth eaten, and faded. His white socks, now black, his hair used to be a beach blonde but now his hair was turned to a murky black. there was a bit of saliva travelling down the side of his unshaven cheek. The only company he had had with him was his faithful Dalmatian. With its fur matted and muddy, the dog was so muddy that the only spots it had were white . Next to the tramp was a half eaten pack of greasy and dry chips with a flask of brandy, with half of its content on the floor. Soon after  the tramp stirred and walked off aimlessly into the city.

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         He ambled on for a few hours, his dog by his side. His eyes darted round the place looking for dropped money, which he found next to a park bin. Satisfied he walked to the Chip shop with his money in his hands. People walked In the opposite direction as he and his dog walked round. Several minutes later with another brandy. and chips in his hand and a wide ear-to-ear smile etched upon his unkempt face  

        He soon after a few beers staggered into the town centre, with a glazed look on his eyes. He spotted a discarded ...

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