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Homeless It was Sunday and I sat on a bench. It wasn't just a bench; it was the bench I always sleeps on. My clothes were tattered and filthy. Not many times on a year I am in bad, because I don’t have the opportunity to do so. I was thinking about, what happened that time? I began to think it over and over again. I began to think it over, again and again. My mother didn’t want to see me again, because I was a homeless guy. But my father want to see me, and it was my mother
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