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my left shoulder so I turn around and to my surprise it's Roach, who tells me he has been looking
for me for quite some time.

His clothes are torn, and he has a cup in his hand filled with coins. I think to myself that this is the
generic homeless person that I have come up with in my mind. "It all matters. Maybe not in the
grand scheme of things, but all the little things you do when you're not waiting or searching, they
bring you closer to sharing a part of your soul with others." After he says this to me, he walks
towards the bus stop and sits next to a lady who is not really paying attention to her purse.

When the time is right, he slips a piece of paper, a note, into her purse, and then he walks away. As
he is walking away, the bus comes and picks up all of the waiters, and then it passes by me, and
through those large windows I can see the lady sitting down with her head against the side of the
bus. Maybe she is tired from a hard day's work. I can only wonder what she will think when she
gets Roach's note. Soon after, I wake up.

Lynne flips through the radio station after a few minutes because what's being said on the radio
news depresses her, and she ends up landing on a classic rock station. I ask her if she likes this kind
of music, and she says it's her favorite kind. She asks me what I like, and I tell her I like the same
kind of stuff.

After some time I notice that we aren't going in the direction leading back to the apartment
building. For a while it's just me, her and whatever song is playing on the radio. Everything outside
of the car is so dark, however we are in a part of town that still has most of its power on. This
blackout reminds me how when you have no light, time almost seems lost. It is almost irrelevant
likewise to how time in dreams is irrelevant.

Lynne drives into an apartment complex and then finally stops the car in front of an apartment
building and begins to stare at it. It feels like she is getting prepared to tell me something, and she's
figuring it all out in her head.

I ask her if she knows somebody who lives here, but she says no. She says that this is where she
lived when most of her adult life happened. She lived here when she lost her foot, when she had
both Sarah and David, when she met Silvio, when she planted her first flower, when her brother
died. She says she comes here every now and then to see if it's changed at all, or in an attempt to
visit the past. This makes me think of my parents' home.

She tells me she always comes here alone at night, but wanted to show me. She says so much and
it feels like she is sharing a part of her soul with me, but I don't want any part of her soul. I don't
want another Julia. After a while she asks me if I like her, I say yes. How she will perceive that, I
don't know. She then asks me why then haven't I shown her that I do, she asks me if I am with
someone, I say no. Now she is giving me a hug, and doesn't give me a chance to answer why I don't
show it. I thank God.

As she is hugging me, she says it's okay. Then she starts to talk about how I helped her move her
television that one day. How she could tell we would be good friends. All this time I'm thinking
she's a little bit crazy. I'm also thinking why she is doing this to a person who barely knows her.