I'm turning into my grandfather. Smoking a pipe in his style, wearing his cologne, wearing his ties, thinking his thoughts. He used to sit with strangers for hours just so they could tell him their life stories... I feel like I've channeled him somehow, this driving need to know someone won't leave me alone.
I'll write more later.
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