“He Said It Was His Last Day — I Never Realized What He Meant Until Later”
Something about the man’s laughter unsettled me. It wasn’t the light, joyful kind — it carried a strange finality, like someone who’d already said goodbye to the world. He sat across from me on the evening train, clutching a greasy bucket of fried chicken as if it were a sacred relic. When I asked what …
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