I was sitting on the Commons when a man walked by. He saw me, and immediately approached me, cross-legged on the grass beside me. He was a native, from Cape Breton, who had just arrived in Halifax. He shook my hand and asked me my name. He had long, wiry, soft black hair that grew past his shoulders. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt; his
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