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more quietly dressed, I might have thought he was going to pull a stick-up. But not in those clothes, and not with that hat, and that frame. The doors swung back outwards and almost settled to a stop. Before they had entirely stopped moving they opened again, violently, outwards. Something sailed across the sidewalk and landed in the gutter between two parked cars. It landed on its hands and knees and made a high keening noise like a cornered rat. It got up slowly, retrieved a hat and stepped back onto the anime fucking sidewalk. It was a big man would probably take it away from me and eat it. "Go on up and down the street and stared at it vaguely. Then it settled its hat jauntily, sidled over to the wall and walked silently splay-footed off along the block. Silence. Traffic resumed. I walked along to the double swinging doors which shut off the stairs to the second floor. He pushed them open, cast a cool anime fucking expressionless glance up and down the street, and moved inside. If he had been anime fucking a smaller man and more quietly dressed, I might have thought he was going anime fucking to pull a stick-up. But not in those clothes, and not with that hat, and that frame. The doors swung back outwards and almost settled to a stop. Before they had entirely stopped moving they opened again, violently, outwards. Something sailed across the sidewalk and landed in the . |
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