There's a homeless man in Tauranga I've crossed paths with a couple of times.

He sits outside a bakery I sometimes get a sandwich from.

There's something that gets me, pulling up in a nice car with three kids and all my creature comforts, rolling in and buying a sandwich simple because I feel like it.

Him sitting there way down on the cold ground, teeth missing, pleading desperate eyes.

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Last time I stopped in I asked him if I could get him something. He said he'd love something with bacon or ham in it so I bought him a

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