Mister was silently sitting opposite me in the train, happened to get off at the same station, and took the same subway to the same stop, the same street, flat, floor, door as me.
Right now he's standing behind me. Uninterested in the computer, he's now staring out the window. Shall I ask him who he is and what he's doing in my house? Wait, he's leaving. No, he's turning on the television.
Oh well, never mind.
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