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One of the things I like best about about my new place is the guy who roles down the back alley just before midnight each night with his grocery cart of bottles. I wonder what this means. Do I like that someone is perpetually homeless? Do I like that people on my street are drinking enough to bring this guy back every night (that makes sounds that aren't quite so comforting). I think I liket hat despite living in a world where things must change every moment this man still has some routine. And I guess I like that I feel connected to peoples struggles. But I feel a little bad about that since when I hear him I am chowing down on a midnight snack, in my warm apartment. |
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