The old man with the dusty black toppers hat sticks his hand out
and sheepishly smiles
He's about to ask you if it's everything you thought
You open your mouth, like a child, eager and innocent to reply
but nothing comes out
There's not meant to be sound here
But still, the man's voice continues to drone
You forget why you came
Or even your name
And you realize then, that you'll never be the same
The man continues to grin, then slowly shrugs, and walks away
"Wait, what's your name?" you think to say
He turns around with a renewed glow, "Gro Winup"
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