A bunch of guys were sleeping close by, all bundled up in blankets and beat-up coats, hiding their faces from the freezing morning air. This one guy had a gray beard and pushed around a shopping cart jammed with plastic bags. Another dude was sitting up, sipping out of a paper cup.
I totally remember asking the other guys on the street, “Do you guys know me? What exactly happened to me?”
The dude holding the paper cup just squinted at me. Then he let out a laugh.
“Man, you’ve been hanging around here for years already. Stop acting like you forgot every single thing.”
A couple of the other guys let out a laugh, too.
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