Stray Thoughts
I met a man once who was different.
He spoke differently and acted in a way in which I had never seen before.
Small differences, really, and I assumed the differences were because he had grown up in another country thousands of miles from where we met, and not having seen any like him before, I had formed no predisposed notion of him.
He was kind…and I mean the t...
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