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The air was heavy with the wet of the fog. Looking down at his hands, the man waiting at the bus stop shuffled in his seat. Digging into the leather messenger back and pulling out a crisp new book. Half a smile flickered across his face as he leafed through the pages, Finding the bookmark, the pages cracked as the words began to jump off the page as he began reading...

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