This is how it worked for him: Everyday he would carry in his left-hand pants pocket, a neatly folded dollar bill. It was there so that if someone asked him for "spare change" he would have the dollar bill ready to give. It was a good solution for him, because he didn't want to say "no" if someone asked for money, yet he was uncomfortable with rummaging through his wallet on the street, looking for something to give. This way, he always had something. He knew that a single dollar could buy practically nothing, not even a cup of coffee anymore. But, it was something at least. At least he could do something.

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