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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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