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Fascinated by his shabby sweater, cheap shoes, and expensive attaché I follow him through the park. Sitting down on a park bench he opens his brief case and pulls out an apple. He motions me sit beside him and offers me the apple. I take it though I'm not hungry, I resist the urge to arrange his unkempt hair and run my fingers over his unshaven chin.

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