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33 From My Car on Broad Street The child’s mother pulled him and he trotted to keep up. She looked straight ahead and probably did not see the woman in her shroud of filth tucked beneath some newspapers and a fraying blanket on the church steps. Did not see her boy waving to the lady or the broken lady lifting her hand to him either. gay pages-2.indd 33 10/18/10 11:20 AM ...

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