You don’t know. You never knew how important you were. To a passer by, your appearance must have made him look the other way. Down on her luck, they must have thought. She must have seen better days, but that was long ago. I talked with you and you told me the story of your life. You had been somebody once, a successful woman that people looked at to. Then everything around you crashed. You had a hard time adapting to the new circumstances. One day you woke up and you didn’t care anymore. It didn’t mater anymore that from glamour and beautiful hats you went to squalor.
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