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John stood there on xmas eve, waiting to be noticed, like he does ever year. Wearing his fave scarf and his best coal-mouth smile. His hat at a jaunty angle and buttons you could see your face in.
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He read a book once, about a snowman who came to life and melted, not only the snow, but the hearts of all who read. A snowman that met a little boy and had an epic adventure that transcended age.
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Six months later, he still stood there, unnoticed and alone. The book lied. Now when nobody is looking he reads the feminist propaganda of Angela Carter and plans to one day start a family.
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says: