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[monologues]

i am walking down the street trying to wipe the ferocious sun out of my face and there is this old man that is strolling towards me from the other lane of the sidewalk and even though my blood is scorching and even though i am irresolute about an innumerable amount of things and frightened of even more i decide to smile at him for no particular reason that i can name; and i smile and he looks a little startled at first but then his wrinkled face folds into a smile aimed right back at me and then suddenly things were perfectly alright (oneword), momentarily.

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