Reading the Obits
Hmmm.
I remember him.
Strange fellow.
Loner.
Used to see him on street corners.
Always wondered what he was thinking.
Ah, well.
He was a fixture here.
He'll be missed, although I hardly knew him.
One thing I can't get over—
I always thought he looked like me.
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