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Pollution drifts in, crisp packets dancing around his feet until the door slams and the breeze dies and he loses interest.
A corner table that hasn't yet been cleared of the detritus of previous tenants. He curls up in a chair, chin resting on one white-jeans-clad knee, idly picking mud off his tennis shoe.
A corner table that hasn't yet been cleared of the detritus of previous tenants. He curls up in a chair, chin resting on one white-jeans-clad knee, idly picking mud off his tennis shoe.