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The glassy-eyed whisp of a man blew by me like a lonely tumbleweed. His shoulders slouched forward and moving steadily ahead of me. I thought to myself,"He's had a tough life. But, at least he's still moving forward." The glassy-eyed whisp of a man blew by me like a lonely tumbleweed. His shoulders slouched forward and moving steadily ahead of me. I thought to myself,"He's had a tough life. But, at least he's still moving forward."
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