Four, Three, Two, Hut
Harold smiled and waited then at last spoke.
"Alright well. Must be some mistake. I may pass
In likeness to this Harold, you know, but, is this some joke?"
Laughter drained from Daniel like a slow tire leak, then came: "Oh, I embarrass
Myself like this often. Please don't take offense.
Amazing how close you resemble my friend, though."
"Right well, I am off to an american football game. Chance
You might want to join me? Vikings vs. Cowboys. "Oh,
Football. Hm. Well. Sure!" Daniel knew when Harold works
Using a familiarity shield was a necessary contrivance.
Listening and following were key. Daniel always accommodated his quirks.
"Let me just settle my tab then," Harold added. Then in advance
Of his friend, Daniel silently ducked out. These strange recurring
First meetings were more expected now. Behind Harold was slurring:
"Grace tumbles miraculously into one's arms, when faith passes long bombs."
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