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March 25, 2019
Who was waiting by the door? Wasn’t there a young man? He was thin and had wavy hair. He was smoking a cigarette. He stood on one foot and put the cigarette out against the wall when we walked by. It was on the other side of the street, so we couldn’t see details like eye color. His blue shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and it was too cold out to be dressed like that, so it seemed he must have come from inside one of the buildings, maybe the one he was standing in front of.