Chapter eight...

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I see different colors. My vision is weak, and I cannot pick out details because everything has blurred into a gradient of Brown, Orange, and Black. Suddenly, I can see what is going on. I feel less uncomfortable. A different hobo stands in front of me. It seems that he has been waiting for me to obtain consciousness.
"Hello, old friend," says a new hobo that just appeared. I recognize him, but I say nothing. "I have been waiting for you."
I don't want to say anything, but I cannot resist the temptations, "I can't believe you have been looking for me all this time, Kermit." In first grade, we both went to Fulton Elementary, and one day I was so mad because he broke my crayon, that I ate two of his crayons. He hasn't forgiven me to this day.

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