People pass, so do cars. I silently watch them. Happiness is all around, everyone’s talking and laughing. A boy around my age comes and snatches money from roadside old beggar.
Suddenly a man comes out of Bakery and throws donuts.
Both the boy and I, jump and struggle, trying to get hold of the food.
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This is story style, written within 55 words and hence called 55.