Hope Rising

But I was down to a handful of coins, and no options. No job, no friends, no family, no lover. No ideas. No hope. It’s amazing how good lousy looks when you’ve been looking at empty. I dug out the one quarter I had left, stepped into the dust- and graffiti-smeared antique of a phone booth next to that lousy yellow sign and called the number on it.

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