This man comes into work every once in awhile. He's really nice.I'm fairly certain he lives in the seniors home next door, because
he's always walking. He's deaf. The times he's in the store are the
quietest times of my life. I don't know if he can read lips, or
hear just a bit, but I never speak to him. I don't say hi or bye,
I just wave. I feel like if he can't talk, I shouldn't either.
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