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For years, he'd been fixed in her mind like the North Star, a Platonic ideal of what a man could be.
But when she saw him again, she was stunned to find him completely altered. He looked beaten, sad, withered, and diminished. She could tell that it wasn’t his fault, or likely anyone’s. The years had been hard on him. Life itself had shrunken him.
Nor, when he suddenly looked up at her, could his bleary eyes recall her.
“Do I know you?” he asked feebly.
Smiling tremulously, she shook her head, mumbled something incomprehensible, turned, and quickly walked away.
But when she saw him again, she was stunned to find him completely altered. He looked beaten, sad, withered, and diminished. She could tell that it wasn’t his fault, or likely anyone’s. The years had been hard on him. Life itself had shrunken him.
Nor, when he suddenly looked up at her, could his bleary eyes recall her.
“Do I know you?” he asked feebly.
Smiling tremulously, she shook her head, mumbled something incomprehensible, turned, and quickly walked away.
