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  • Carlos was homeless. When he wasn't wandering around the parking lots he was hanging out, drinking away the day in the alley behind the grocery store where I worked. It didn't seem to matter whether it was the peak of the summer, or the middle of January. He was one of those guys that when people saw him coming, they would try to walk the other way.

    He liked me though. Every time he saw me he waved and smiled. He would lift his bagged bottle in a salute, and keep on stumbling to the alley.

    There was a time where I didn't see Carlos for two weeks. When I asked around, I found out that he had been taken to the ER. I never saw him again. A year later I moved away.

    He wasn't a great guy, but he wasn't bad either.

    I remember Carlos.
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