On my walks around the urban sprawl I often spot them quietly weeping on the pavement, designs fallen on hard times. Once loved pieces that have been cast out after they sport an imperfection too far, fail to keep with the times or merely outstay their welcome. Cold, hungry, lost; it tugs at my heartstrings. Some days I can't help myself, I have to take them to my crowded yet warm abode and nurse them back to health.
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