None shall pass

As I'm walking to the shop two small boys appear before me. They whisper to one another then fix me with a level gaze.
"Can we have a dollar?"
I have a vision of them waiting on this street for me for the next ten years, wanting a dollar every time I pass. Then two dollars, and three.
I walk on. One of them mumbles:
"You could so tell there was money in that wallet."

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