People were always staring at him. He pretended not to notice most of the time. In fact he usually didn't notice anymore, but occasionally he would make a point of staring back, flashing the onlooker a sly smile and a tawdry wink.
Seemingly I made a choice, a choice about which I believed I was thoroughly informed and a choice about which I knew almost nothing. It seems that I knew why I made the choice, though now it seems that the choice was completely insane, but it is a choice that must be followed through. Now I am figuring out how to do that. I'm not alone.
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