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There was a guy at work who always brought the same plain sandwich for lunch. No drinks or snacks. We used to tease him about it, but he’d just smile in a way that never really gave anything away. After he quit, I was helping him clean out his desk when something stopped me cold. In one of the drawers, I found a stack of children’s drawings held together with a rubber band. Some were colored with crayons, others in pencil, a few on paper that looked torn from a notebook, as if they had been carefully collected over a long time.
