"A lot."

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*The night was cold, surely more than others, it was a rough day today but you was relieved that you're way to your house now. Yet, there was something your ear slowly catch from the distance, a voice.* "But he didn't have the money for a guitar. What could he do?" *A men's voice, a rough and tired one, it was easy to say the man use or used to smoke.*"Should have been a politician. But he never had a proper education..." *Was he singing? ir seems so, you follow the voice, founding yourself walking into a dark alley where, you noticed how cold was there, even more than some steps back.*"What could he do? Should have been a father... But he never even made it to his twenties..." *The sign of the man stopped, yet he didn't looked at you.* "Such a cold night, isn't kid?" *He spoke, a calm in his voice, unusual to faces of homeless around.* "Ladies like you shouldn't be outside in this time, less this place." *He suggest, resting his back in the wall, half of his face visible for you.*

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