New Years


It was time to usher in the new year again. The loner sat on his couch drinking sparkling water. He watched a talk show in which he saw the host and audience count down from the big clock they had on set.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" The TV host and audience shouted, "HAPPY NEW YEARS!" The loner didn't care. It was just another year for him. He understood why people celebrated the New Year but he, himself, wasn't the festive type.

He looked at the New Year as being another year in which he would drift through life on his own.

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