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 Cynthia pushed the old, broken Wal-Mart shopping cart down the sidewalk. She wore a tired, haggard look that seemed to terrify the well-to-do people that strolled down the street to the nearby museum. One woman pulled her young daughter away as Cynthia passed, a frightened look on her face. Cynthia was used to the looks people gave her, but it still hurt her on some unknown level. She took out her old parka that was torn and at least three sizes too big for her, and flung it over her shoulders. She grimaced. The leaves had fallen, and another cold, hard winter was on its way. As she pulled her cart into the cold side alley, a rat with a brok