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Brengo, connect...
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Paying no attention to a crowd. People are coming hither and thither.
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Many of them enter my sight, as many of them go behind city objects.
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Nothing to lay an eye upon, it is all grey and monotonously weaving.
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Every one throws a shadow of the same dull color. It makes the mob
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even more numerous blurring individuals out. That's a picture.
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Turned around a corner of some tall brick building and found it quite
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spacious and not that populous. An open area with few rare bushes.
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I swear that slowly walking disabled man with a walking stick just
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turned this way a moment ago, to my surprize he is not anywhere here.
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Which way could he exit this place? Nowhere to hide if suppose he has
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a reason to. That's an incident.
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Did I really see him in a street? No doubt there was nothing
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significant in his view to look at. Although he perhaps could have
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passed this way, it is very unlikely I would notice him, there are
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hundreds of people swaying around in all directions. That's an
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analysis.
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Absoultely sure I did see him while it is absurdical to believe
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myself. Have to admit I witnessed a ghost. That's a name.
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That's an opinion.
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Tringo, AC-DP-9WA
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