Funny how somethings work out, it really was. I sat bundled up on the park bench...I was cold! My shift was over, and I held the half eaten burger. I sighed, not hungry, but I nibbled on it anyway. Dully and boredly. A song comes to my, oddly enough, in my head. Singing was always my one, true gift. At least, what I was told. I was told I sounded
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