Omar Money
On one walk through town, the group saw a peculiar sight. On the curb, with his feet in a cold puddle and staring down with his head in his hands, sat a scraggly gray dog.
"Who's that?" Prince asked.
"I don't know," Martika said. "I've never seen him before."
"He looks like a bum," Reddy noted.
Everyone glared at him.
"There's a flea sitting on the windowsill and I can't get her to stop looking at me," the dog mumbled.
"Oh! He's that weird O. Money guy," Charlie said. "His buildin' was condemned. I guess he's homeless now."
"Poor guy," Reddy said. They all turned to Martika.
"Wait a minute now," Martika said, backing away. "No way. There's already five people in a two-person apartment. No. There's no room for him."
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