I met a man one day while walking hung over and cold. When I put change into his cup I noticed the way he was looking at me; like he could see through me, like he would never forget me. I will remember him as well.
Stories of people who have past through my life. Maybe we never spoke. It probably only took a glance. Maybe they were people who were easily forgotten, but I would remember.
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