What A Homeless Man Taught Me At Subway | Day 21 God Only Knows
Out from no where it seemed, a man was standing outside the glass-wall window. He wore dark, baggy pants that were frayed at the bottom overlaying grungy, old tennis shoes and an army green type of jacket that looked like it had been in a trunk in the attic for years. His hair was matted and must not have been washed for who knows how long.
He stopped right in front of me and looked me in the eye. They were big, dark eyes.
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