Sunday I went to Devon Street with a friend from church who's from Uzbekistan (sp?). Coming back from the El, after dark, I saw two people sitting under the train overpass on the concrete supports. One was a middle-aged woman with lots of dark brown hair, the other was a middle aged man with a stocking cap and a beard. She held out a small stuffed animal dog. As I passed them the man reached out to stroke its face and the woman said "Snuggles".
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