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Mystery Man Essay

I see him sitting on his dilapidated front porch every day waiting for something that I have never seen come. He rocks back and forth on his old wood rocking chair. The man lives alone in a brown two-story house that always catches the eye of walking pedestrians. I see him every day when I get home from school still rocking back and forth. Read more


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