Spotted: wandering through the mall, a man impeccably dressed. He hardly notices the people around him. He checks his Blackberry from time to time. Waiting. Wandering with a purpose? Perhaps. His walk suggests he isn't from around here -- such causal grace could not have been cultivated in this deadened city and in fact, it is out of place, even now. He wanders into Spencer's Gifts. He wanders into the bookstore. A small smile, a kind of quiet amusement, plays upon his lips.
I'm intrigued as hell.
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sick.
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