Simply put, people are not good to each other.
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As the man walks down the bustling city street, his eyes are drawn to an elderly woman sitting on the sidewalk. Her face bears the marks of a long and difficult life, with deep lines etched into her skin and her features slightly sunken and emaciated.
Despite her haggard appearance, there is a certain dignity in the way she sits as if she is resigned to her fate but not defeated by it.
The man approaches the woman, drawn by some inexplicable impulse to connect with her. "Excuse me," he says, "would it be okay if I took a picture with you?"
The woman looks up at him, her eyes guarded. "You don't want to take a picture with me," she says, her voice a little hoarse. "I'm ugly."
But the man does not affirm her statement. Instead, he smiles warmly and crouches down next to her, holding out his phone for the selfie. The woman hesitates for a moment, then finally relents and leans in close to him, her face softening into a small smile.
As the camera clicks, the man thanks the woman for the opportunity to take a picture with her. As he walks away, he feels a strange sense of gratitude and connection, as if he has been given a glimpse into a life that is both hard and beautiful in its own way.
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