On a crispy but sunny day i decided to take a walk downtown. I strolled around University Avenue, then around Elm Street. At one point I found my story at Bay and Dundas. I was exiting the plaza right across the street from The Canadian Tire there. I opened the door to exit. Right in front of me there was a couple of very young people. A blond your woman in a khaki jacket and colourful tights. She was accompanied by a tall Scandinavian-looking young man in an old worn out jacket and a hat. He carried a sleeping bag thrown over his shoulder. They looked like they were street kids. Possibly they were coming back from a house party. But it was even more possible that they were not. I looked like they spent the night on one of the huge hospital vents.
As I exited the door the young man stopped, held the door open and let the woman go in first. The woman looked very serious and hardly acknowledged the man's act of respect, quickly passed the doorway and kept going. I quickly noticed the man's act because he did it so naturally without thinking or showing off. This type of behaviour has become scarce and so rare in today's world to the point that it needs to be praised! A street kid that is very well behaved and respectful. What is wrong with this sentence? So what happened? My mind id hungry for answers...
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