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I was driving And I saw a man. Not just any man, but a man who looked like my friend Carl.  He had the right shades, right hair, and the right Carhart jacket.  I wanted to pull my car over and run up and hug him.  Instead, I pulled over on the side of the road and cried.  I cried so hard, for I wished …