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On the bus I sat next to a nineteen year old guy with one ear. I wanted to ask him how he lost it. Knife fights, love, a tragic chainsaw accident... But by the time I had listed all the ways you could lose an ear, he had left. Outside the window the World had a decidedly odd bent and I watched it. It seemed like the thing to do.
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actually, it's just a guess. he got on the bus at uni, by himself, and looked pretty young--but just outside being a teenager, you know? at the same time, he wasn't a 'young guy' if you follow? this is just by his looks. i think the missing ear screwed up my powers of description. so i took an educated age guess. saying he was 19 is the best way to describe his age/look anyhow.
Fair enough.
>the things i know about you, mr. barnes, are diabolical.<
Merely diabolical?! You need to look closer. :)
but i need my eyes to see!