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thought about food and crossed the street believing that it could not rain again as it had for 33 years and 10 nights. His world had become someone elses, he thought to himself as he drifted up the street into another scene not of his making and then the junkies approached. Mothers milk ran through his mind as it raced down the corridor of his past defining and denying him the future he was certain existed somewhere for him. A junkie brushed up to him and muttered, "Horse", and wandered by with a furtive glance, he looked past him into the dying sun slowly being consumed by clouds. The rooming houses started to pile up at his end of the block and there just above the sewer drain was the sliver of window he used for light in the night. He slipped the key into the lock and disappeared into what was his life.
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