The Strange guy I met By the streets..
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The day I walk in an outdoor café near the streets in Paris. I see a guy appear in the streets, always sitting down and reading a book. Not noticing everytime I come to that café I see him always bringing a book and reading it. I wonder why he always comes here everytime I come here either
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