Mary Scott Willson
Joined August 2020
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kain, not able.
It started as the classic plea, a tale as heartbreaking and old as time: "have any spare change?" I looked at the one who'd tossed these gentle but desperate words my way: young, mid twenties. African american, clearly gay, kind brown eyes and a desperate look on his face. He had a tired look about him, worn out even. He looked like a friend.
By Mary Scott Willson4 years ago in Humans