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And remember. The friendly guy always woke at 7am in Summer and 9am in Winter. Or at least I presumed he had not woken much before then, since at the same time everyday he would stride to his window - clad in a silk
dressing gown - and proclaim his joy at living. This happened everyday without
fail for the 5 years I have been living here. Then, about a month ago, there was
no friendly man. It took me a couple of days to realise something was amiss; the
greeting had become so accustomed it was woven into the very fabric of our
neighbourhood. Yet it took me almost a week to figure out what had changed, why
I was feeling so disoriented. And then I read in the papers that Friendly Guy
had gone missing. The pieces fell into place. My thoughts quickly turned to
wondering if there was anything I could have done. Did anything seem out of the
ordinary? Surely not, Friendly Guy was such a creature of habit. Did I see
anyone snooping around the house? Not that I can remember. Although he must have
disappeared from his home; I never saw Friendly Guy leave or return. I even felt
slight pity for him since I never saw anyone leave or enter the house. It must
have been lonely with only chats to neighbours to pass the days. So, I come back
to thinking: what did happen?

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