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(Another contribution from that talented Shirley Walker!)
She joined the throng walking across the bridge on a crisp London evening, her head full of Third World poverty, carbon footprints and what she was going to do about it. Such big issues but she wasn't daunted. Her boss had told her just today that her ‘blue sky' thinking was just the asset they were looking for. She was getting used to extending her thinking to these wider issues, juggling them in her brain with circus accuracy. What she could do, what she could encourage others to do - it was all a case of plan and then plan again. Her focus was on these internal musings as she strode purposefully along, but even within that, she noticed him. He was in her path in the distance, sitting on the floor, dog at his side. She recognised the shape immediately. The homeless! Her pace quickened. There was no way that the scrawny man in the dirty clothes with the anorexic dog was going to make her miss a beat. Who did he think he was? How dare he try to invade her world! She passed him quickly without even a glance in his direction. She had bigger fish to fry. She retraced her thought process. Yes, that was it, poverty, poverty, poverty.. . . . . . . . . . . .
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