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Another noon of formal cutlery.
I realize people before me and after me have left the table.
A glutton's realization.
I see somebody before somebody does me or perhaps it was the other way around.
A pause, the quickest nod ever shared. No smile, smiles have become difficult for me ever since I am left confused as to the cycle of communication and vacuum.
I knew somebody had an uncanny way of sensing my thoughts but then hearing him speak it loud perplexed my already mished away head.
Three simple words that ran as a thought inside my head was spoken aloud by somebody just as the thought crossed and I crossed across too.
Human x ray machine, that was a head that saw through my ways right form the first meeting.