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26/8/16, the time I was re-admitted into the hospital. You were outside, your hair had faded to ginger, a cigarette lit in your hand, you wore a black turtleneck with your leather jacket you stood out against the white brick wall. We made eye contact. I smiled at you. You took a drag of your cigarette before walking away.

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