We met at a bus stop on workdays. Conversed in lively discussions. Bid farewell and “all best” upon parting. One day he didn’t arrive. I worried. When he returned, a cloth mask covered his nose and mouth. “Bad cold?” I asked. He grumbled back an incomprehensible answer. I let him be; no sense stressing an already stressed man. At a later date, I questioned how he was for he still donned a mask. High-pitched squeaks. No words. A teenager dashed towards us. “Dad, should I throw these things out?” he asked, showing a set of mismatched dentures. The man grimaced.
"Classic"
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