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As I was walking down a stretch of road I've walked on a thousand times (more or less), a vaguely scruffy-looking, bespectacled man of indeterminate age took some mail out of a box and walked into a house which had clearly been sitting there for many years and which I had never seen before. I stopped and stood looking at the house for a while in surprise. Briefly I wondered if this scene had been written by Neil Gaiman or Charles Williams or some other author whose works I've enjoyed, but then I figured that as long as I was too tired to be a major character it didn't matter much anyway. I walked on.

Maybe in a later chapter I get something more than a walk-on part.