
excerpts from a boring man’s diary (#232)
Unable to sleep, I’d left my apartment and had been walking through the park at an hour that could’ve been considered very late at night, or very early in the morning, when I saw, coming toward me, not saying anything, a man who (while moving his limbs and his torso in an unusual way) was grinning.
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