And then came Sunday.
Through a roundabout way, I was told that we had someone in tears after the Student Feed.
She had been refused admission to cafes in the local area because she may have looked a bit undesireable. And then she met us.
Like the complete shower of [nasty people] we are, we gave her soup and bread. And that was it.
She can't have been that distinctive, as, based on the description I was given, nobody remembers her.
She must have been expecting some reaction, but we made her happy by not treating her like shit.
So we made her cry.
I hope she'll be back. And next time...
We'll probably give her soup.
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