Toward the end of the 1990s, office workers in downtown Washington noticed the regular appearance of an elderly pedestrian, waiting to cross the street or moving slowly along the sidewalk, his thinning hair and tremulous lips matched by haunted, watery eyes. Only his weathered Burberry raincoat, seemingly worn in all seasons, belied the impression that, at dusk, he had no home to return to.
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