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Tal Bright / Foter

Dear Homeless Man Digging In Church Dustbin,

I know we surprised each other, me out for a run, you looking for…whatever it is you were looking for. However, I am not the police, and though I am sorry to have frightened you, I am not sorry for the filthy name I called you when you chucked a bit of wood at me and my dog. I am further not sorry she decided to lunge for you, though you were never in any danger since the leash was wrapped around my waist and you were, after all, inside a metal dustbin.

Should I see you again, I hope we can ignore each other. I can’t speak for my dog, though. She remembers things.