I'm walking along one day in the middle of living life and I realize that I'm living some other guy’s life. I expect he’d be happy to have it back, but I gave up looking for whom to give it back to a while ago. Don’t remember when he left it with me and I’m not sure I’ve entirely enjoyed its company. I guess I’ll hang on to it for a while and maybe one day I’ll run into that old boy.
Beautiful!!!
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