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| Today at the homeless shelter were I volunteer, we had a lot of new clients waiting in the reception area. Every seat was full. | |
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| Any time someone got up, this one woman Jan would leave her seat and sit where they had been. | |
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| Thing is, Jan had her period today. She evidently lacked a pad, as her meat chunk-laden blood was marking each spot where she'd been. | |
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| Whenever Jan made a move, it meant one less person who could sit down when the room reached maximum capacity again. | |
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| So was it wrong for me to keep playing "Pop Goes the Weasel" on my ukulele for all those hours? | |
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| And to think I almost called in sick today! | |
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