Homeless he wanders though his legs ache and his mind is weary. Through peering eyes amidst a mist he sees a sad reflection on the road left there by the sweat of his brow. Unaware as to how desperate he is, he finds himself ensnared by the brighter shimmer of her eyes and like wringing an old rag dry, he poured his heart out to her. Luckily for her there was just enough of him to wash her dishes before she threw him away.
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