Message #16675

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Before pocketing his penny, the man glanced to the check the pennies year. "1957" he thought, "the year i was born..." He then placed the penny in his pocket and thought that this was a personal message from the Universe... from something, More. But what could it mean ?
Finally, after what seemed like eternity without his wonderful hat, the man made it to the Market. It was an off day indeed. He noted the heat resting on his shoulders, wearing it around his neck. He noted the people, families and children walking around- and then... to his surprise, the same Woman from earlier carrying her Umbrella. Her Red Umbrella. There was no mistaking it. His heart fluttered, for just a moment, as his imagination wondered...