Ok, this is not a story about the streets, this is actually just a picture of my sweet bulldog and my niece.
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Its been a number of years since I was homeless. A woman on the street develops ways to cope. Memories of those years I spent outside and the people I knew there fill my mind at times. I write them down here so they don't fade away. Some of these stories contain graphic language - either sexual content or the use of drugs. Please do not read if you are disturbed by such. I will leave the names out - or change them to avoid harm to anyone
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Wow, she's gotten big.
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