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I stepped out of the subway
station into the cloudy daylight.
She walked up to me, smiling,
eyes shining through her glasses,
and I set my face and told her
I didn't have any money. She
said she wasn't a hobo, and
would I like to help greenpeace
save the world by signing a
piece of paper. As I signed,
she complimented my shirt,
and told me something about
forests and clear-cutting.
I walked away, and I realized
that I wanted to explain to
her how sad it was that a
beautiful girl walking up to
me with a smile on her face
made me sure I was going
to be asked for something.
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