[ She is new. The city hasn't sunk into her yet, with its proverbial claws, but Billie, most days, thinks more kindly of Chicago. She snorts at the nugget — it's a reasonable offering, but she's not about to take food from something (someone) that may be starving. Often, it's easier to be homeless, to eat, as an animal than as a human being. People are more likely to feed a stray dog or ignore a raccoon than they are to stop and comfort another human being sleeping on a park bench. ]
[ She pushes the box towards Flora with her nose, and sits, glancing around, ears primed for noise. Eat in peace, stranger. ]
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[ She pushes the box towards Flora with her nose, and sits, glancing around, ears primed for noise. Eat in peace, stranger. ]