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The first time I met Eleanor Sayers was after school in the girls locker room. I was wedged into the corner of a shower stall heaving tight, squirrely sobs and plucking at the loose threads on my knee socks, which I balled up between my fingertips and threw limply(more)
The soles of my shoes have finally worn down to the heel. Funny how you don't notice until the hole has eaten all the way through.  

Looking ahead I see a diner, I'm not sure how long it has been since I last ate.  The diner is what you'(more)
I am called Wanderer, Vagrant, Aimless Vagabond. I have no home, hence my name. I've never stayed in one place for long, not for a very long time. It's been so many years since I've been home, since my name was last uttered.