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The October wind blew over the water, and the man sitting on the bridge looked at the man staring at him under the bridge. No one spoke, they all stared at each other. It was late at night, and the moon was covered by clouds, leaving behind the wind The man on the bridge said: "Go back! It's too cold." The people under the bridge bowed their heads and said nothing "Don't think about it, I won't go back." "Why?" "I don't belong here" Concept: Things that can be easily lost never feel important