"Should," Elton says. "It's reset to factory defaults, but it worked fine until I upgraded to the new one. Take it so we can keep in touch."
Free stuff is always nice. You pocket it and the charger.
Next, you really try to fight off the bread and the little jar of artisanal jam, but Elton is like an Italian grandmother and he absolutely won't let you leave until you have something for breakfast tomorrow. You can't tell if he's reeling you in with gifts or if he really doesn't like seeing you so poor, but by the time you're back outside, it's almost midnight. And bitterly cold. You trot double-time back to your dingy little gambrel and plug your phone in to charge and fall asleep the moment you pull your boots off.
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