I Didn’t Think Much of the Young Man Visiting My Elderly Neighbor—Until I Walked Inside and Saw This

looked about twenty. Faded jeans, plain gray sweatshirt, worn sneakers, dark hair a little messy, a thin frame that made him look even younger than he probably was. He didn’t look like some charming con man out of a crime show. He looked like an ordinary kid barely scraping by.

When he noticed me watching, he stopped. “Good morning,” he said.

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