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NINETEEN—MEN LIKE HIM SHOULD ROT IN HELL

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Who exactly was he?

A stranger from my past? I couldn't help thinking at that moment as I stared straight at the man who had called me by name.

“Sorry, I don't seem to know this face," I mutter hoping that he'd somehow just go away and leave me alone by myself.

The man must have seemed settled by there wasn't more time for us to speak as we were all ushered into the art gallery hallway.

I could feel his heavy presence as well that was right there behind where we were, as we were all in awe about the amazing paintings.

It was just a matter of time before Daniel and myself were stopping at the other end of the room bemused by the artwork that we had right there on the wall.

He clasped his hands with mine, his eyes watery as he stared at the beauty on the wall. I had always thought of what could bring a hard-hearted man like Daniel to his knees so easily. Guess I had my answers.

“Isn't it so beautiful?" He muttered, clasping my hand even tighter.

Finally, it occurred to me that out
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