She told me her name was Priya and I told her mine and then we both kind of agreed without saying it that names didnt matter much tonight. She was coming back from a thing. I didnt push. People say a thing when the thing was bad. I was coming back from my brothers and I said that and she said how was that and I said a thing and she actually laughed, the first real laugh, and it changed the temperature of the shelter, I swear it did. We talked about the worst jobs we ever had. She won. She had once worked in a call centre selling funeral plans to people who didnt want to think about funerals and she did an impression of her own sales voice that was so bleak and so funny I had to sit down on the cold bench. 02:00 came and went and I didnt even notice it which after the bus thing felt like a small miracle.
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