| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - So, anyway, one afternoon, I was walking back to work from my lunch break, barely looking up so as to hide my face from the wind, and as I turned a corner, my nose caught the sulfur smell of a match, fresh from lighting a cigarette.?? I slowed down and looked up.?? Standing on the corner was an old man.?? He had no coat on, just several layers of street clothes.?? His trousers and shirt looked as
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