From beneath the misty shadows of the capitol dome, he rose from his sidewalk bed and brushed his cold fingers across the color-worn medal of valor rusting upon his collar. Soon the masses came, marching past in an encore parade of the every day and he raised his outstretched palm in solitary salute.
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Faux Pas
“It’s as plain as the nose on your face!” she shouted in a heated moment. She didn’t look up to see that he was a war veteran who’d lost his.