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I’m not quite sure why I care, why it matters.  I’ve never met the guy.  I may have seen a picture once but that was years ago and the photo was old.  I certainly couldn’t pick him out of a line-up.  To me, he is nobody.  No one.  Of no more significance than the the piles of dog shit scattered in my yard.  Check that.  The dog shit is infinitely more significant because it’s here and there is always the looming possibility of an encounter.

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