05/05/2008. 1017. I was doing a late-nighter at the 24/7 laundromat. The previous time I was there, a street-person hit me up just as I was getting into my car, and discombobulated me (which is usually their intention) such that I didn’t give them anything except money. This week, I had just put the soap and fabric softener back in the car and was walking back towards the front door, a man on a
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