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November 30, 2007
He is a man not one to talk. Keeps to himself as he watches it all. Some find it intriguing, others, sad. To see him eating alone as if he doesn’t mind, “how could it be?” some wonder it makes them feel strange and ill at ease inside. They could never see themselves that way. There are others who envy the solitariness, an ability to stay within ones world without weariness. He won’t have to endure quiet dinners facing another, an old and worn down lover with whom there is nothing left to say. Inside they sense jealousy at play.