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A CONFIDENT MAN
I had left my notebook behind someplace. Damn! I back tracked my trail: the library, the bookstore, the walk through the mall, and then finally into the park. That's when I saw him, the old guy, reading my notebook.Shit, it was the one with my stories in it, too -- my i****t stories!Worst of all, they were in the back of an old senior history notebook that was left over when I graduated from high school. It had my name and address all over the front. I couldn't just leave it behind. He didn't...