Shaun, my old roommate died tragically, nine years ago, at a KISS concert.
Today I saw him at Starbucks.
Dumbstruck, I grabbed an adjoining table, and sat. "Shaun?" I mustered in disbelief. "Pardon?" he queried, removing his earbuds. "You're Shaun." I repeated, dizzied. (...nothing).
When he went up for a refill, I glanced at his iPod; ..."Detroit Rock City".
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