he starts off
each conversation
by saying
when I was younger.
he's been doing this
for years.
never enjoying
the moment that
he's in. my wife
was pretty and
slender, he says.
you should have
seen her then,
you should have
seen me. we
had so much fun
back then.
life was good.
then he stares
out the window,
avoiding his
own reflection
in the glass, not
wanting to see
what the dead
look like.
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