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Archie's back in the bar tonight, watching the crowd with a cooly professional stare. He's got his financial section of the Times again, but it is folded neatly and sitting on the table next to his latte. From time to time he takes out his sleek little cellphone and flips it open, like he's expecting a call from someone. Or maybe he's just using the web browse feature to check on his investments.
Until two days ago, he didn't even know what a cellphone was.
Until two days ago, he didn't even know what a cellphone was.