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Waiting at the bus stop

a bobble hat fellow rumbles along sharp turns behind me - hello - but reaches up to the wall grabs an apple 80 percent intact and hobbles away again a few seconds later he's back again turns behind me, bends low and picks up the soggy, abandoned box of donuts two inside remaining successful mission he wobbles away

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