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Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all.
Yet I cannot look away. I am transfixed by this moment of unabashed humanity, this glimpse into a man's soul and deepest desires.
He is engrossed in his experience. I am engrossed in him.
This pure, true...sandwich.
A grilled cheese par excellance.
So smooth, so melty. The bread browned to perfection.
As he eats, this man, this stranger I have never seen before now, he is the essence of our existence. The very nature of humani—
[CRUNCH]
As a note: I must stop watching my passengers in the rearview mirror while I'm driving.
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