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This morning, I passed the tail end of a conversation. "Well," an old man mumbled loudly, "I've got to get to that bus". "Okay," a squat man in a blue shirt and pants replied. He was dressed in some kind of uniform. His "okay" was directed toward me, I thought. So I looked at him. He was squinting and grinning a bit, and I understood what he was saying to me. "This old guy is a freak, isn't he?" I don't know this old guy, I thought. I don't know anything about him. |  |