She needs a miracle, that's for sure. To improve this situation, she would need some sort of white knight to magically appear--somehow big enough to intimidate the boozy problem currently giving her grief, conveniently carrying an umbrella or extra raincoat, and kind enough to not become a problem himself.
The odds, understandably, are not exactly in her favor.
However, whatever scraps of good karma she's managed to scrape together in the past are finally enough to cash in. It turns out that she doesn't actually have to spend the rest of her life harassed, freezing, and abandoned at a bus stop.
The figure appearing out of the hopeless gray is not only big, he is impossibly tall, and he's heading her way down the sidewalk. He's even got an umbrella. It's hard to tell yet, but he might even be cute.
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The odds, understandably, are not exactly in her favor.
However, whatever scraps of good karma she's managed to scrape together in the past are finally enough to cash in. It turns out that she doesn't actually have to spend the rest of her life harassed, freezing, and abandoned at a bus stop.
The figure appearing out of the hopeless gray is not only big, he is impossibly tall, and he's heading her way down the sidewalk. He's even got an umbrella. It's hard to tell yet, but he might even be cute.
Hope has arrived.