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The last October Sunday I waited for him, but he didn't show up. It was odd. It wasn't his style. He always let me know when he wasn't able to come, and never ever failed to go out with me some other day. But that day it was like he died. Nowhere to be found, I didn't know his friends, and I could only imagine what happened to him. Aberdeen was too far to go there without a car and I didn't own any, so I had to wait and think about reasons he could have. 

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