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He was waiting for us. Standing beside the street, in jeans and a floppy yellow shirt all grimy and not tucked in. I waved at him the instant I saw him, and he waved back. I yelled, excited, but he didn't say anything.
Bud screeched on the brakes. I jumped down and went around the tail of the truck. Johnny followed me.
The man was skinny as a rail and leaning against a telephone pole. A long, scraggly beard hid his face, but the eyes beamed out at us, seeming to pick up the sunlight.
"Hello!" I said again.
"Kiss." That was all.
"We came from…" and my voice trailed off because the man pointed at me.
"Kiss."