



The weird.
byI Know•~5min
Genres & Atmosphere
Every now and then we'd exchange a few more words: “Good morning,” he'd say. “Good morning,” I would reply. — Are you new in the neighborhood? — I am. I moved this summer. Sometimes we exchanged too few words: “Good morning,” I'd say. And he was silent, or too focused on nothing, or too melancholy to pay attention.
Synopsis
Every now and then we'd exchange a few more words:
“Good morning,” he'd say.
“Good morning,” I would reply.
— Are you new in the neighborhood?
— I am. I moved this summer.
Sometimes we exchanged too few words:
“Good morning,” I'd say.
And he was silent, or too focused on nothing, or too melancholy to pay attention.
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