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In the town I grew up in was a homeless woman called Grace. She was well known, lived on the streets for years even though she owned a huge property by the sea. She was totally mad though, would wander around with bags of newspaper, urinate in the middle of the highstreet and mumble odd stuff to passers-by. I heard she went mad after her husband left her for another woman..I guess she had a breakdown. One of the local hotels would take her in at Christmas time, give her a bath and food. Not seen her for years now; I heard she got the treatment she shoulda had a long time ago and got straightened out. She never begged like the others do. I'm surprised she was allowed to remain on the streets as long as she did.
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