so there I was with a sharpie in my hand, standing over this...someone. looking down at this unconscious figure heaped and huddled together in that damp alley. I'm not sure how they had ended up there, nor am I sure that it's even for me to contemplate. All I know is that fortune, great or dis, brought me here to bear witness to this person and, in as much the same degree, brought forth upon the night this thing that I must do. The remote approximation was not lost on me that things were both and completely in my hands (specifically) whilst totally being out of my hands (situationally).
With an inhalation deep enough to engulf the world, I steeled my self, detached my soul and knelt to do what knew I must...
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