I was searching for Socrates again.
I was bashing through the bushes off the pavement.
A man stopped to stare at the strange sight of me.
Later on I came face to face with the man.
I was getting out of the lift at the library, he was getting in.
He looked at me, and he recognised me.
He smiled.
I smiled back.
It's the little things, I tell you.
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