Gail had me pick up what little she had. She didn't want clean clothes, tried to get 40.00 so I closed and locked doors and wouldn't let her in, gave her 12.00 and she was talking to her self as I left. On eubank she had her head down and it would have been a good farewells shot, surrounded by a blanket, a broken grocery cart, sitting on curb. Reality has set in. She has very little, kept syringes
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