Last night, a small boy was staring at me as he walked up the sidewalk. His head swiveled as he moved past me. I looked back at him. I wasn't sure if he was amused or trying to pick a fight, but he seemed about three or four, so I figured if it were the former I didn't mind, and if it were the latter I would probably win.
He kept staring, and kept walking at the same time, until he collided with a glass wall and began to cry.
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