Waiting
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I gradually became aware that someone was waiting to be waited on. I turned and found a man standing, meekly waiting. He wore a dark suit, dark felt hat, and black shoes. His necktie was black, and so were the fine stripes of the shirt. His chin seemed to retire into his collar; his forehead retired gradually from a modest nose, into his hat. His eyes seemed to be retiring toward the back of his head. His voice barely passed his lips. He murmured in a meek tone, “I’ll take this one”. I wrapt the very modest shirt, and he retired into the crowd…I only incidentally saw this man.
…It will be entitled “Waiting”
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