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On our way home we meet a homeless man and we buy him what we call his last meal. We watch him spit when he talks with his mouth so full like that. We tell him we have plenty of napkins. He laughs like he knows. He says, "It's time. Go home now." We tell him we're so lost, that we must follow. |
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