As Franklin walked down the street, against the wind, one
thought was on his mind. A single thought lumbered aimlesly through
his head. A thought which eluded him- every time Franklin tried to
focus on this thought it seemed to turn to mist, and stay just outside
the parifery of his mind's eye. Yet Franklin knew it was there,
haunting him. So, truth be told, there were two thoughts on his mind:
1) The phantom
Thought and 2) What is this thought which haunts me?
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