Happily Homeless

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The clouds looked down upon the woman in a sad sort of gloom, their dense mass shrouding the warm sunlight. The woman walked along as if trying to keep in step with a song she had in her head, always trying to adjust her footing to the beat of an unheard tune. The woman looked down at the sidewalk, her arms outstretched as if she were a child without any sense of balance. 

The woman wore long, loose-fitting pants that rippled in the wind. She had blond, curly hair that was bound and twisted into a loose braid that she pulled across one shoulder and she wore the look of determination. Her name was Leslie, and she had just become happily homeless.

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