Hobo took a quick step back, startled by the man’s approach. He started to look frantically left and right, looking for an escape route from this human being who was too expensive to talk to him. He started to breathe heavily under his own stress, blowing his putrid, rotten breath towards the man. He started scratching his body, bringing back his bodily stench, a mix of sweat, garbage and fecal matter. He gave a big smile to the gentlleman, opening his mouth repeatedly, as if trying to talk.
”Erm, uh, hell.. hello th-there m-mistah. Uh oh, me stinky, me have to go. G-g-good... B-bye.”
Hobo turns away, running at full speed towards the nearest sewer entrance, seeking refuge in the only place he could call home.
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