Bernie (the lazy eyed rough sleeper) became friends with Caroline at frist. They were both running the streets and I worked in a tailor and alteration shop and hated it. I did not know anything about tailoring but the owner Richard felt sorry for me and gave me the job anyway.After I got off work at seven in the evening I used to go and meet up with Caroline in front of Bayswater station. One evening she stood talking to a guy that was about my height. He had redish hair and a lazy eye. He still was pretty handsome but I didn’t like him. I thought he was annoying. After a couple of days he made me laugh. He stated that I didn’t like him at first and he wanted to know why. I didn’t have a answer for him. From then on I did like him. He fell in love with me but I never allowed myself to admit that I had a crush on him too. That’s my problem. I am always worried what other people think of the people I like. I couldn’t bring home a homeless irish gypsy. I’m sorry but I just couldn’t.
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