His legs move up to his knees. He lowers his head. A soft clinking of glass bottles ,he looks up.There before his tormented soul stood an angel.His eyes widen in dismay.There is but only one angel he has ever seen.Though she wasnt one this one surely is.Why, are you here? He scrumbles to his feet.His back against the cold brick wall. His body presses back, sweat slowly drips down his face.He wipes his forehead ,it didnt feel like sweat. He looks down at his hand then back at her.Are you crying?
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