The body was crippled up, probably with ALS, amyotrophic lateral sclerosis, Lou Gehrig's disease, he wasn't as bad as Stephen Hawking, but he was still young and I assumed time would not be his friend. He looked to be in his thirties; hard to tell with the body surrendering itself to physical ravages of its own making. The body didn't move much and the face seemed to remain emotionless as the eyes constantly wandered through his surroundings, locking on this person or that for only a moment before pressing on. I was much too focused on watching him to consciously understand what I'd just thought, and became aware only when our eyes met, two blank stares and my mouth slightly open as if trying to verbalize the "whoops" I was thinking about being caught staring.
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