He was barely four feet tall. His thin hands clasped the glass door's silver handle, carrying his body's weight as it swung gently with knees sweeping the dusty floor. His head pressed against the glass, creating a misty spot on the clear surface. His eyes widened at the sight of cold drinks, fried food, shakes, packaged meals, and chocolate bars. He had just finished a cone of Corneto ice cream. He must have wanted more than that.
His white, tattered sleeveless shirt and striped blue and black shorts were covered with dirt. His bare feet treaded the sandy cemented grounds. There was a weight of loneliness in his eyes. He looked at passersby with hints of shyness and of fear. He held onto the door's handle the whole time, pulling it whenever a person were to enter or exit.
He sleeps on a warm, dry surface just above an old bookshelf. A long strip of cardboard is placed on that surface as a matting. A bag of garments is used as a pillow. The bookshelf is dark brown, wooden, rectangular, and about 5'6" x 1'2" x 2'5" in size. The bookshelf has equally cut compartments that make climbing to the top easy and fast for a boy of below four feet. It lies in the corner of a contractor company's basement where a few light bulbs shine. The entire basement is 279 square feet. There are four rows of lightbulbs and three lighbulbs in each row. One white light bulb hovers above the bookshelf.
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