She Told Me Her Life Story
All judged her.
Even those of us who thought we weren’t.
I was one.
One night we both had to wait for an hour for a bus.
Because it had broken down.
She told me her life story.
It was worse than I had ever imagined.
Suddenly I understood her for the first time.
I championed her after that.
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