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On the streets 5

Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on January 22, 2015

An interstate diner

The old guy’s clothes and shoes seemed all a size or two too big, giving him a shambling appearance even though he was sitting down. I couldn’t see his companion, but their presence was betrayed by his animated part of the conversation. He attacked his food with zeal, taking large bites – chomps – out of the sandwich. Wispy, thinned out white hair, reddened skin, the oversize flannel shirt and sneakers – it is all but certain that the the umptieth retelling of a great fishing story was taking place.

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