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An old friend with a greying beard. His eyes gaze over his spectacles at the watch too big for his aging wrists. Always knowing when and where but still waiting with a clever air of unknowing.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
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An old friend with a greying beard. His eyes gaze over his spectacles at the watch too big for his aging wrists. Always knowing when and where but still waiting with a clever air of unknowing.
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Nov 28, 2012
Nov 28, 2012 at 2:52 PM UTC
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