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I wasn't even trying to understand him. He was an enigma, yet I could see through him. He was depressed, yet he was cheerful. He was a lone wolf, yet he was friendly.

He was everything and nothing at the same time. I loved him and I hated him. I was jealous of him and I felt sorry for his state.

He was the right kind of puzzling.

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