Every week, the man would legally change his name. He had hundreds of
friends who knew him by hundreds of aliases. All were legit, but he'd
only answer to the most recent. Many conversations were spent
convincing friends he wasn't the man they thought he was. Eventually he
went nameless, like some Western hero. Then, slowly, he began to
disappear. His obituary was a kind of novel: the sketched biographies
of a thousand men.
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