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WHERE’S WALDO

WHERE’S WALDO

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Lately my life had become a single note; one key out of eighty-eight. Dull and rote. I had become something I never believed possible: mundane. At times, spiritually inert. I got the strange feeling Waldo knew this, could sense this within me. I was embarrassed. Appearing weak was worse than being weak.more