Walking home in the rain, I heard a voice crying out. I saw a homeless man under the porch of an abandoned business in an abandoned corner mall slated for demolition. The entire property was fenced off, but he had sneaked in out of the rain. He was crying out, "It's not my fault. It's not my fault. I did the best I could. There was nothing I could do. It's not my fault. I did my best."
A woman walked by in the other direction. She was dressed smartly in a professional business suit; carrying a briefcase. She watched the man and appeared to smile quietly to herself.
I had to hurry to catch the WALK light.
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William schaeffer
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