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Scene: A narrow, not-too-crowded bridge in the suburbs.
It is around seven-thirty a.m. Early office-goers and late
morning-walkers pass by.

An inconspicuously-dressed man is sitting cross-legged
on the ground; a clean white gent's kerchief spread out in front
of him. On the kerchief lie three Marie biscuits. He is flanked
by a man on either side.

I ( Read more... )