It gets worse. The next day I was buying a pack of smokes at the mini mart, which is an essential part of my career, and they were out of the Hopscotch brand I usually buy so I had to get Don Quixotes (fictional world) and I was so upset I started cussing. Then I turned around and slammed into the strong sent of cologne and the dark fabric of the cloak and heard the words "God bless you" when I hadn't even sneezed. When I turned around to follow, he had disappeared into the aisles of liquor and other adult commodities. It was just then that I noticed I had left my driver's license at the counter, and when I returned for it, the cashier pulled out two; one was mine, and the other had a picture of the cloaked figure, his face covered, with the name "Victor Vandido" next to it. After a moment of wondering if he ever got carded, I stealthily grabbed both driver's licenses and hurried out the door. Who was this man who always seemed to know the most insulting thing to say, and why was he following me? Did this have something to do with Hank?
Later, in the bathtub, I lit up a Don Quixote and began making a list of the strange things that had happened lately, hoping they would lead me to an answer:
1. Mr. Flup buys a gym membership
2. Someone writes the word "Tomorrow" in the dirt on my superhero car
3. The mini mart runs out of Hopscotches
4. Victor Vandido reappears
It was an inconclusive list of unrelated events. Or was it?
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Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling
The wind is passing thro'
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
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