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I want to go home and sit looking out the window at the dark street and the lonely lamp light. Few people pass by eyes forward or to the ground. I wonder if they feel alone. They are my friends, I think. But they don't know my name, or even that I am here. They are my friends though. Woman in the purple jacket, man in the black hat, walking down my street. I pretend to know them and take two sips of beer. One for me and one for them. I call the man Jack.
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Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
Jack
I want to go home and sit looking out the window at the dark street and the lonely lamp light. Few people pass by eyes forward or to the ground. I wonder if they feel alone. They are my friends, I think. But they don't know my name, or even that I am here. They are my friends though. Woman in the purple jacket, man in the black hat, walking down my street. I pretend to know them and take two sips of beer. One for me and one for them. I call the man Jack.
#lonely
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jphipps
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
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