Transition

Billy slouched on a rainy platform, waited for a late train, refused to cry.  He kicked the trash bag that held everything he owned.  The letter of introduction crinkled under his frayed coat, sheltered from the downpour.  

Maybe they’ll like me better than Mrs. Hutchins did.

Tears mingled with raindrops.

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