Coffee

He was sitting alone nursing a coffee when I walked by.  You're the guy with the camera again, he says, last time I was sitting across the street  I wouldn't let you take my picture.  So what about today says I.  No, he says, next time; my hair is not so good today.  But I'm going back to Ontario tomorrow, I protest, so there won't be a next time.  OK, he says with a rather sober face, you can take my photo.  

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