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Out of the closet and onto the streets

I met Robert Mullins by chance at a bus stop in the Temescal neighborhood of Oakland, California. It was hot, and we had both crowded in the only slice of afternoon shade the tired blue bus stop had to offer. He introduced himself to me, and because we seemed relatively close in age, I asked him if he went to school in the area. He didn’t – not at the moment at least – because he was homeless after being forced out by his parents shortly after his sixteenth birthday.
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