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It Doesn't Mean Much... If You Can't Afford A Calendar... 🕦
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It Doesn't Mean Much... If You Can't Afford A Calendar... 🕦 She stood near the sidewalk and leaned against an old brick wall. A street lamp, flamed large, silver flakes of snow as they fell gently through the night sky, onto the ragged lapels of her scruffy coat. She pulled the scarf up to her ears and waited patiently, for anyone to walk by. Then... someone did. The doors to the restaurant flung open pushing warm laughter and a well fed group of couples into the frosty air. As they spilled towards the street, she held out a trembling hand and raised her gray eyes to meet his. He reached into his pocket and fumbled with some change. As he gave her his coins, their eyes met and he realized... he'd known her - many years ago. She quietly thanked him, then lowered her head into the icy wind as it blew her tousled brown hair, across her face. She leaned back against the wall and waited... for another person, to cross her path. "I know her. We were seniors in university. We were in the same classes," he whispered to the woman draped tightly on his arm. He turned and looked back at the haggard shadow, huddled under the shimmering light. "I knew her. What happened?" he wondered. They trudged through the snow and shortly... arrived at their destination. They could hear the music from the edge of the club doorway, as they piled into the cheerful mayhem of that bar. Coats were shed at the checkroom, yet as his turn came he paused. "You know guys... I'll be right back. I forgot something at the restaurant," he smiled as he kissed his lady and returned to the street. He thrust his hands into his pockets and peered down the road. He hoped she'd still be there. He wasn't expecting an answer to any question. He'd dug up a twenty dollar bill from his wallet ; it seemed like something he should do. When he'd reached, the wall where she'd stood... it was vacant. "How far could she have gone?" he thought, as he looked about. In a city of five million people - as far as the next crack might take her. Many of those cracks, were deep. He raised the collar of his jacket and took a long breath. A white mist billowed, as he exhaled and looked at his watch. There was plenty of time to welcome the new year with his friends... and pray for old ones... he'd forgotten. ........................................  ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O |
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Some people are less fortunate than others. In all the laughter and gaiety of the season... you notice the ones without a calendar... in this city. ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Many of the old friends I had, have moved to other cities. I still have many friends who live here, I just don't see them as often as I used to. I should make a point... ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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What a very heart felt story, we need more people like that in this world. Thanks for sharing this one I really did enjoy it..I hope the remainder of your day is a happy one.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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I see this vignette as the opening chapter to a novel. Well done! Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
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I really do enjoy the way you tell a story. Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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Did he ever find her.... I wonder.
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2/1/2020 17h18 |
There are a good amount of homeless in my area and I have seen a very attractive woman probably in her 40s that always looked "interesting", but, and it's a big butt, many of them around here have some sort of mental/personality issues that I don't need in my life, much less want that around my grand daughters. But the woman is quite attractive. The "old friends" I haven't seen in years can take a flying leap. There's a reason I haven't seen them in years.
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Often you never know what is really going on in someone's life or behind their closed doors. We get too busy and focused on our own and don't make the effort to ask the 'right' questions. Unfortunately, there are far too many who are on the streets that shouldn't be. Your words painted poignant pictures that made me feel like I was right there. Well done!
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8/1/2020 15h22 |
A sad, but feel good story, people love these type of stories!
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