His Name Is Billy

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He and I are friends. (kind of)

I see him a lot sitting by himself on various park benches in Boston Common. Billy is very hard to understand. My guess is he’s got a wet brain from too much booze.

He won’t take any money.

Today I told him my name was John and I think he understood that.

His eyes filled with tears.

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