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“And so…we meet again,” the first Invisible Man said to the other, second Invisible Man who, because he couldn’t see the first Invisible Man, kept saying “Where are you,” and “I can’t see you,” over and over again; but the first Invisible Man, if you could have seen him, you would have realized that he, too, was unable to see the second Invisible Man, making both Invisible Men very uptight individuals who continued to bump into each other at odd moments, the only sound the grunts of pain and frustration as they knocked heads and elbows into each other, the night reverberating with their anguished words, issued over and over again, of “Where are you,” and “I still can’t see you,” and “Oh—Pardon me,” fading into the distance as you walked away from them.
Don
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