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I approached the homely man sitting on the street corner. He was sitting in nothing but rags and a thread-bare coat. His eyes were distant as if he were visiting another time completely. I didn't want to shake him out of his trance, but hit a;lfkjdl;k
He swept me off his feet with his deceiving words. In his soul he had a form of a demon, eating at the good. He was a good person on the surface, enough to sweep you away. That was until you got to know him...
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