A luxury

The woman got under a broken shed to avoid drenching in the pouring rain, cursing her broken umbrella and wincing at the beggar already there.

She fidgeted uncomfortably, while he stood there calmly.

“Madam, I hope you noticed that I have the luxury to stand here without judging myself, unlike you.” He said, walking away.

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