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by D. M. Larson
I didn't always have a home. I lived on the streets a little while. And surprise, there were lots of kids there with me. People never thought we were homeless even though we weren't dressed nice. Kids never dress nice anyway. And sometimes we'd even get a five finger discount on something nice from a store. That's how I got caught. I hadn't been out there very long when they got me. Some kids are out there forever. They learn how to survive. I didn't.
They gave me a choice. Come here to the Happy Rancher or go to jail. Sarge even came down to visit with me.
He told me about the Happy Rancher and despite the stupid name it sounded kinda cool. And he did something most people never did for me. He asked me what I wanted. He really wanted to know what he could help me do for myself. I just broke down and cried. It seemed like I cried forever.
I'd finally found someone who cared.
(Realizes she's just spilled her guts to a stranger and makes a total turn around)
Oh, man, what am I saying. You must think I'm a total dork.
Real sob story, huh?
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