Observation

I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee.

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Doug Langille

hack writer & shameless technophile

Observation

I watch as she sits on the park bench, tucking a wisp of hair behind her ear, and quietly sips her coffee. She never sees me and I jot down the precise time in my notebook. This is not her usual routine and it excites me.

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