He stands there on the lonely corner. A caulk gun swings loosely in his hand. He gazes upwards at the gently falling drizzle as a stranger approaches from behind. Without so much as a glance to display his intentions, the stranger dips, fires the gun, and moves on. The lone man remains on the corner. Bewildered. He looks around for the perpetrator, then down and contemplates the caulk drip dissolving in a puddle at his feet.
From a small shelter across the street, I am the only witness.

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