Eric takes a Stand
Anyone can change

The light rail station wasn’t crowded. The rush hour ended a long time ago. The wind was picking up and few people were braving the cold. Eric stood with his hands deep in the pockets of his parka.
“Damn it, it’s cold.” He cursed, as …
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