Story time... Pearl was a girl I once knew and associated with years ago. She was homeless and frequented the same bar and dance floor as I. Pearl was homely to say the least... which worked in her favor... she dressed in Army fatuigs to appear as male to protect herself on the streets.
I saw through Pearls fasaud and befriended her on the dancefloor. She could dance. No one would have anything to do with homeless Pearl because she looked like she was carrying all kinds of street diseases & STD's. She had one dark dead looking front tooth and always had cold sores around her mouth. In her favor, she always had the pleasing fragrance of a campfire.
In spite of Pearl's rugged appearance, I saw into the heart of Pearl & we developed a community friendship. She would show up here and there... I welcomed her. Pearl sensed this and sought me out often. She had no one in this world. I have not seen her since in many years or know if alive or dead.
Moral of the story... everyone needs a Pearl.
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