cry me a river so I can float over to you

There was a homeless guy outside Treasure Island repeating the same sentence in every form he could think of:
"Apartment fire, lost all my possessions."
"Victim of apartment fire, all possessions lost."
"No apartment, fire burnt all my possessions."
"Lost all my possessions in an apartment fire."
"Recovering from apartment fire, lost all possessions."
Maybe he was working on his pitch. But it didn't sound like it. It sounded more like he was trying to find the story of his life. Like he had the copy written and was just searching for the headline.

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