I walk by you every weekday on my lunchbreak and I always feel bad for you. You're the sad looking young mom begging in front of the Nike store. Today I thought, "I'm gonna help!". Feeling like a superhero, I run to the bank. With a crisp twenty in my hand, return to find you, but your gone! I spot you down the street and start to follow you, then stop. Did I SERIOUSLY just see you buy drugs with your baby?! Well, this is ONE twenty that is never going into your arm! Thanks for reminding me that looks can be deceiving.
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