I was on my way to Jacksonville, FL when I decided to stop at a local gas station. The gas station was not in the best looking part of town. Streetlights were flashing; the station’s sign was not even working. There were about 10 of homeless people just walking up and down the street that the gas station was on. I walked into the filthy, run down store, and asked where the bathrooms were. The store clerk appeared to be homeless himself. He needed a haircut an
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