Spending his day
Kevin spent the rest of his day moving between nearby places: the bakery, the small bookstore, even the newspaper kiosk, asking anyone if they had noticed the old man. Most shrugged, dismissing him as just a harmless eccentric. A few recalled seeing him arrive early every morning, always clutching the same bundle of white fabric. But no one could provide his name, his background, or explain why he came without fail every single day.
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