Every morning, the same bum would greet her by the stoop in front of her apartment building. His salutation was always the same, to the point that it functioned much like a “hello” now, thought it sounded a bit different: “You think I’m paranoid, don’t you!”
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Written with an admirably honest yet gently whimsical view of one of society’s less spoken of facets – love it (and many of your others)!