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Nov 2016
I was walking down the street and encountered a man who lives in a box.
He stopped me and began to speak.
I pulled out my wallet to hand him some money.
He placed his hand on my arm and shook his head.
He told me that he had plenty of money,
But that he was poor in friendship.
Karah Wilson
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Karah Wilson  Alabama
(Alabama)   
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