My name is MoYou pass me every day when you get off the train at Randolph and Wabash. I’m the homeless guy who sells StreetWise newspapers on the corner. Rain, shine, snow, blistering heat I’m always here and I can tell by the disgusted look on your face that you wonder why I don’t get a “real” job. I’ve heard you tell other people not to give
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