The Weight

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I saw him on the street. A chain wrapped around his waist. You could hear him coming. One step at a time. The iron plate scraping over the rutted road. A big man, Al Coleman. Marching, reclaiming past glory. He was a big time wrestler. He'd been on the circuit. But they had shut him out. Shut him out of his world. Now he was walking his way back. One step at a time. He'll be banging on their door again. They'll come around some day. And he'll be ready. But for now, he walks. The weight of his world, Trailing behind.
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