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No wallet? No problem.
He’d lived without one as a child and did not remember being hungry. Or at least, not so hungry that he could not muster energy to wrangle grub from whatever lay around.
His grandmother had taught him. Raised through famine she had become an expert forager. There were few edible things she did not recognize or know how to procure.
“If you’re awake, you can find food,” she’d say.
He was awake.
It was time to dumpster dive.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Forage in 82 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
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