What happened? She was trying to help this man.
He wanted a cup of coffee, needed a dollar, then wanted a beer.
Then he asked for her
"come to my home... i will show you my home... it's just over there"
The girl didn't go.
She simply crossed the street completely confused. She looked over for a moment and saw him in the same position as she had first seen him.
As she walked she thought of the man. She thought of his oblivion, of his desperation, of his need. She could not help but to feel an immense throb in her. She struggled to hold back tear dots.
This would become an encounter embedded in her eyes and mind.
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