The white kid breakdancing on the subway platform "for tips" keeps doing the same preparatory shuffling cross-step over and over, with this lonesome, grieving look on his face.
A young guy in a gray suit puts a dollar in the baseball cap hat the kid has set out in front, inspiring him to bust out a couple of desultory shoulder spins.
He goes back into his test pattern as I walk past. The salty funk of his long-fermented sweat smells desperate, and resigned.
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