His smile filled the empty room. For me he was a stranger. I was nursing my beer and swaying to the music. He was pretty old to be where I was. Or was it the other way round? I ordered another beer. He had his sandwiches. Our gazes collided again. He still had that smile. I tried to act indifferent and grimaced. I paid up and left. He was still there, waiting for a smile.
All the rants and raves from a brain that has endured decades of anthropological abuse.
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