East Village, Ninety-Two degree afternoon.----
I knelt down, "May I?"
"Oh yea, this is Squee. He's with me all the time. We left my Grandma's place together, a while ago. He's here with me you know. I don't know what I'd do with out him."
"Can I take your photo?"
"Totally! Squee look over here.We're free on the streets you know? Squee wouldn't leave me. He's what I have, you know what I'm saying?"
"Sure, I have a pug too," I hand her a dollar.
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As I rose and walked away, another transient man walked in front of my path. He raised his hand exclaiming, "You're an asshole!"
"Thank you."
"You're an asshole! She's only getting money because she has a dog!"
"She's a business woman, have a good one"
--He continued to yell as I stepped away.
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