A Firsthand Account of What Homelessness in America Is Really Like
Briefly

"I pour an iced coffee from my cooler. I'm walking around the front of the Toyota I'm now living in when a car pulls into the lot, comes toward me. I see only headlights illuminating my fatigue and the red plastic party cup in my hand."
"Lovely Lady Lily, the sweet and wild angel with fur, is with me. The entire backseat is hers and she is adjusting to the car well, because I'm here and we are close."
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