"Keep the change!" he commanded as he twitched his eyebrows in disgust.
"No Sir. These belong to you." Harry extended his brown hands towards him that contained a few coins.
"Sheesh! then just drop them here." Mr. Silva continued his journey as he spat those words.
Harry stared at the metallic money in bewilderment. The twinkle in them was dull as compared to the glimmer in his eyes.
With no customers in sight, he gathered his boot shining accessory and galloped to the nearby bakery. He was thrilled that today he will satisfy his hunger and sleep in serenity.
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