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Styno the wine-o. Dirty hands and rumpled clothes. Hand out soliciting for a cup of Joe. No one contributes though. Restaurant dumpsters is how he eats. Once Styno owned his own business

He was well kept and dressed really neat. He was never the same after returning from the war. He returned home but he returned incomplete. When they see Styno their faces show disgust. They become bothered

Something about his kind they just do not trust. The sight of him causes them to become a bit nervous. If they knew of his past valor. They would in unison insincerely say. O' thank you for your service

By
Abu Lateef Ali Babatunde
© 2023



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