Late in the afternoon the doorbell rang. I answered and there stood a tall, well dressed man named Shamant. Shamant was selling magazines. He had obviously been out all day in the 100 plus degree weather. Despite this, he was well spoken and soon produced papers showing that he was recently released from prison. He was invited in and I gave him the biggest bottle of water I could find. I agreed to buy a magazine and asked if he would sit for a portrait. He said yes. While sitting he began to ta
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