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How could I miss him?
He knocked. I didn't answer. I thought he was a salesman, a gimmick. But I didn't see. I peeked through the window and only caught a glimpse. I should have opened the door and greeted him, but I didn't, didn't take the risk. he's gone now. I'd be surprised if he came again. Maybe I wouldn't hide? Maybe I'd shake his hand and welcome him?
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