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December 10, 2010
Traipsing along the street, maneuvering through the soft night air. An apricot glow from the streetlights shines down onto the street. Beats in ears, weight in hands.

Ahead, lumbers a silhouette heading in the same direction. If he had turned around, you wouldn't have been able to see his face, but it could have looked knarled and haggared by the years. Or it could have looked different. He could also have been heading to a pub, just for a drink, or a lit up window, just for a look. 

So many possibilites, and I crossed the road, heading towards home.