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Just when the line began to die down, more would arrive. His focus shifted from person to person, examining each from head to toe, making note of various fashion choices, mannerisms, and patience levels. The leather sofa he sat on had all but swallowed him, his laptop warm on his legs, his headphones a detachment from those that stood before him. The first request was manageable, but then the whole line turned toward him and he panicked.