Ray Bradbury wrote an interesting story. The type of story that you might have to read a couple of times in order to understand it. Although this story maybe a bit confusing, soon you will start to put the pieces together and then it will all click. Let me tell you the gist of it. In the beginning of the story, this man named Leonard Mead was a simple guy who enjoyed going on walks throughout November because he loved the weather. He was an author and he would write books and magazines, but soon they started to not sell so he wasn’t really employed. Nor was he married. This man lived alone and pretty much had nothing better to do than to walk for hours, it was a daily thing for him. He was walking through a silent and dark neighborhood minding his business and talking to the houses. Talking to the houses was a thing he liked to do because well, he didn’t really have anyone else to talk to. As he kept walking along his way he noticed that he wasn’t the only one out in the n
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