…be a lady

I took a dark path into the park last night.

The only one I know, although I found out this morning on my way out that there are others. I wanted to avoid the long, exposed walk under the sodium lamps that I usually take. I had no idea where I was going to sleep.

Back in the beginning of my homelessness, I'd scouted every possible location in this park, and other than my copse, I'd . . .

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