As luck would have it, I ran into the "pregnant" homeless woman again on my way to the hotel yesterday. I doubt she recognized me because she approached me again asking me to "help out a pregnant lady." I definitely recognized her, though, and muttered a quick "sorry" while hurrying to catch up with the group of businessmen in front of me. Thinking I was with them, she didn't pursue me this time.
I didn't feel anything. The whole debacle quickly left my mind.
I guess that's a good thing.
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