I was rushing to make it to school for my first final of the week. Gotta get that piece of paper. On my way down Palos Verde to look for close parking, I noticed a homeless woman waiting at the bus stop. One hand was on her face, shielding it from the sun. As I hit the red light, I took another minute to just observe. Her other hand went to the opposite side of her face, her shoulders tightened up, and her lips stretched into a frown. She buried her face into both hands and started to cry. Cars dashed by to remind me that the light had turned green. Gotta get that piece of paper.
For what?
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