Part 1: Alacrity

Keep it simple, I reminded myself. If this guy got any real thread to my story, I'd be doomed to dive down the rabbit hole with him.

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I had triumphed over sadistic staff members, beaten grave illness and stood up to my father in these clothes, but as I removed them, I saw them for what they were: rags.

Homeless (part 1) DAY ONE

"Honey, listen. It's not ok. We are homeless. None of us know what is going to happen to us and most of us would rather not know what already has. You won't survive unless you can have something normal.

The First Attempt

Over the course of the next week, I began to feel that the pain, fear and uncertainty in my life was to no end. If I was to live and die in my pitiful, pain-ridden life, I felt it wasn't worth stretching out the agony. A plan began to form in my mind.

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