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TOPIC: Odd Meeting
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Odd Meeting 12 Years, 4 Months ago
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..with my former accuser. On Tuesday last. Hasn't he gone downhill? Our eyes briefly met at a bakery checkout. Long lank greasy hair, mad drug inflicted eyes, bow legs, ludicrous manbag slung over his shoulder, a forehead resembling an ordnance survey map of the Moon,what appeared to be plump ladylike breasts peeping through a thin shirt veiled by a dirty old sheepskin coat, a furry maggot clinging to his upper lip for dear life, and grubby hands shaking, grasping, filthy and trembling when handed his change.
He looked broken, homeless and lost... I left with my large bloomer and even larger smile etched across my face.
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