"I don't know. But See? Two people are thinking about Abraham Lincoln. You and me." he smiled, a large grin that hadn't been on his face for a long while. A pain shot up one of the stubs of a leg he actually had, and he winced. He sat on the curb and opened up the panel, twisting the dial for the pressure yet again. "I really need to get this fixed." he muttered to himself.
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