"Jillian," she grinned. "Jill."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven."
"You don't look twenty-seven. You look maybe twenty-two, twenty-three."
"I'm twenty-seven."
"How long have you been on the streets?"
"Two and a half months."
"You should go home. Oakland's fucked up. Where are you from?"
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