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Lost in a river of thought, the lone man sat on the bench. He stared sadly off to the distance, perhaps recalling a better time from his childhood. "What have I done with my life?" A likely thought.
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What sort of life has this man lived up to this point? A daring adventurer? A risk taking stock broker? A charming romantic? Perhaps one will never know. An enigma if ever there was one. Captivating.
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And now he is here. Now he stares, almost peering into the souls of those who pass his gaze. Perhaps he wishes for someone to talk to. Someone to share some torturous pain. To ease his troubled mind.
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