"You're kind of like my brother..." He said.
"Then... Where is your brother?"
"He died, and I came to attend his funeral..." The man's voice was low.
He must have been crying.
In the small town of G state that year, maybe the 16-year-old him met him 19 years later in advance, or maybe the 35-year-old him met him 19 years ago.
No matter what time, space or place. They will meet eventually.
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