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Lifer
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Rita Grant has a new life.
A year ago, the former homecoming queen and gymnastics whiz was shivering through foggy nights on San Francisco sidewalks, panhandling streams of traffic and shooting up with dirty heroin needles on a downtown median dubbed Homeless Island for the dozen or so down-and-outers -- like Rita -- who lived there.
Her body was racked by HIV. Gaping sores on her buttocks were eating toward her spine. She'd been living like that for six years. There was no end in sight.
Rita Grant has a new life.
A year ago, the former homecoming queen and gymnastics whiz was shivering through foggy nights on San Francisco sidewalks, panhandling streams of traffic and shooting up with dirty heroin needles on a downtown median dubbed Homeless Island for the dozen or so down-and-outers -- like Rita -- who lived there.
Her body was racked by HIV. Gaping sores on her buttocks were eating toward her spine. She'd been living like that for six years. There was no end in sight.
