I said I'd pray for her too, and I was totally lying!
Back in BART, I wrote her name in my journal and cried a little, then went and found my mountains and told them, and now I've told you too so that, God be damned, Tom, Dick, and Harriet now know about the miracle of Florentina Morales Espanola. So maybe that's like a prayer. Or maybe I'm just bragging about helping an old lady cross a street.
Or maybe it's just another thing that happened to happen while I was kinda paying attention. *
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