It was a windy day. The bitter chills made Jerry sink down inside his jacket. Snow flakes were gently falling. He blew into his hands trying to warm them up. He watched people pass him. Thinking he was invisible until one child walking with her mommy stopped and stared at him.
” I’m not invisible afterwards. The guy who had stepped on my foot was just rude.” He pulled his hat farther over his…
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