BEVERLY HILLS BUM
he woke up to the sound of falling water.
where the hell am i?
last night he'd thought the fountain would be a nice place to sleep. a nice open place with trees and grass. and such a pretty fountain. a tiny island of peace surrounded by an ocean of zoom-zooming cars.
and it was. a nice place to sleep. it's just that, after all
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