Mystery man bellingen markets

Last weekend I was at the bello markets, sitting in front of wallaby tracks stall, trying on their cindarella shoes (red, cute, didn't buy them). I looked up and recognised this guy... how do I describe him? Tallish, hippiesh, in that way that well educated guys sometimes have going on (cloth shirts and sandals). And I recognised him as a former anonymous hospital colleague, who used to regularly visit the Hobart library Friday afternoons ("it's him!" I'd hiss to Petra at Rektango "don't look until I tell you!" and she'd obediently tolerate my suspicious and lame ass teenage behaviour). Funnily enough, I'd just been reminded of this behaviour by a Black Books episode, and then I saw the source of all this regressive behaviour two states away from his home territory. And I let him walk past (he was with his Mum) and disappear into the crowds of a country market... And the funny thing is that's the second time I've seem him since I left the island-he was shopping at Red Eye Records last time I was in Sydney. Spooky synchronous things. I rang my Mr Right and warned him that if I see this guy ONE MORE TIME, that Í might feel the need to run off into the sunset with him.

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