I first met her in
2007, huddled on the hard floor of the overhead bridge at Harbourfront. She was such a nondescript mound in the corner that I barely registered her existence. A large plastic bag of tissue paper and biscuits lay by her side. For a few weeks at a stretch, I would stop to press some money into her hands, trading my paper for her
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