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Minutes earlier, he had joined a woman on the bench, both waiting for the bus to arrive. His foot tapped nervously, his fingers fidgeted, fastening and unfastening the button on his sleeve, his eyes panning the street. The woman, wary of the man's agitation, stood and walked up the block to the next stop. The man watched her for a moment and then followed suit.

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