Who was he? A house painter without a cent in the bank. A guy who had to work with his hands, who never had a steady income in his life, who didn't even have an insurance policy in case something happened. And what about in twenty years, if he couldn't work any more? Or, God forbid, what if something happened to his health--cancer, a heart attack?
Like a beggar, he'd have to go to his family.
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in the street he held his head was too ready with his hands and cold heart |