It was odd. That's all that could really be said. It was odd how he could just sit there all by himself at a four-seat table in a packed coffee shop. It was odd the way he sat, or perched, one leg curled up underneath him and both elbows on the table, always one hand caressing the chin as if in deep thought. It was odd how I lost count of the days
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