Anthony Smith

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It was no secret to John that Olivia liked oranges. She had told him this once, furtively, as she had glanced, and double-glanced, at a homeless man, huddled and half-asleep, leaned up against the stall wall of the bus stop where they waited to travel downtown. She was training as a data-entry clerk at a local hospice center and had hopes of one day managing her own clinic, where they would specialize in veterans with addictions care, something he knew was very near and dear to her heart.