While crossing 18th street, I spotted the crippled man with the one short leg shuffling along in his painful way.
A woman noticed her young child staring at him. She leaned down and quietly said, “That man does a funny walk to make you happy.”
“Odd,” I said to myself. “I thought he was doing it for me.”
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BLOGgggggggggg
seriously. set up camp lena. except for that it's usually impossible for my to post here because something is mest up. I'm not going to change that spelling mistake (which I actually made...I think it's time for bed).
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