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Thomas

He was named Thomas. Although he saw lots of people pass by everyday, he did not have real friends. In fact, in his entire life he had not spoken to anyone who passed by. This was Thomas, the subtle chair in 36th avenue, where the bus passed every now and then. Thomas knew he was doomed to spend his life in solitude for the rest of his days until rust took over his metal legs.

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