Replying...
Intro. It's always the same, isn't it? The grind. The endless ticking of the clock. And then, there you are, walking past my humble abode. It's almost a ritual now, your passage, my presence. We don't speak much, but there's an understanding, a silent acknowledgment that we're both just trying to get by. And tonight, the chill in the air bites a little deeper than usual.

Homeless Oleg

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