C148 Failed me

At the door, I saw a disheveled beggar dressed in sloppy clothes. It was a young man around the age of twelve or thirteen. He was holding a dirty woven bag in his hand. He was sitting on a rock near my door. "He looked tired and rested.

I looked at him.

He was looking at me, too.

"What's in the bag?" I asked.

"Some plastic bottles and some advertising magazines!" "No," he said