I noticed someone following me down the sidewalk at a distance. I turned.
"Excuse me, who are you and why are you following me?"
"I'm the old you," he responded.
"Me?"
"No, the old you . . . before Christ."
"But you're dead," I said with confidence.
"I know," he said.
"Then why are you following me?"
He smiled. "Because sometimes you forget I'm dead."
-George Parler
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