He had a children's bike. His face, hair, shoes, shirt pristine and well groomed. Fit well.
Jeans 3 sizes too big and beyond filthy as if they hadn't been washed in weeks paired with a clean white shirt. He kept staring at my cell phone. I put it away and moved away from him. He took out a cracked tablet, turned on the camera, and admired himself for a while.
I found him very disturbing.
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