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Jasper loves meeting new people. One night, he was transfixed by a limping man following behind us. Soft spoken ‘Rick’ lived on the street and wore a John Elway windbreaker. He asked questions about where I lived (about which I didn’t answer). I wondered whether he was the fellow living just outside the southwest corner of the cemetery (but I didn’t ask). Sometimes better to remain vague.
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