People think I'm a recluse... But who are they? My family, perhaps... They don't say it, but they think it...
My friends... Oh, I don't know... I only have two left but every now and again I run into people I knew from the eighties and nineties... It's nice seeing them, especially the women... They're married, but I'm newly skinny and thankful I don't look like I did five years ago... A plump maverick of mist...
Now, leaner, I have confidence... And can speak without smiling...
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