On Kensington High Street there was a man under a blanket with his dog and a teddy bear. Since I'd been talking about my teddy bear (cleverly called Mark Ted since my Godfather Mark gave it to me*) - I stopped and gave the man a pound and said 'I like your teddy. Have a nice day'. He was clean, a lot cleaner than his teddy and said 'Thank you' with a nice smile thrown in tidily. Which... of course, makes me want to go and buy him soup and bread and something for the dog... which I did.... But then... But then...*By the way, everything my Godfather Mark gave me was prefixed with his name, so I had Mark Ted, Mark Doll, Mark Necklace... oh I was an imaginative child...
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