For the past two mornings, I have driven past him on the road. He always walks against traffic. His sharp summer haircut is starting to get shaggy, as if he's growing a little extra warmth for the oncoming winter season.
He's also been wearing a light jacket these chilly mornings. He always gives me a nod. I always give him plenty of room and return the nod.
Both mornings he's had a cigarette in his hand. I was hoping he'd given it up.
Is it wrong to be so disappointed in someone I don't even know?
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