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April 1, 2009:

An old man is in the room. Tall, bald, stocky. But feeble, skin mottled with liver spots. Who are you? What are you doing here? He refuses to answer, walking slowly out the door, making notes on a clipboard. Angry, you try to provoke him. You throw a glass tumbler at his head, narrowly missing. Unconcerned, he walks away.

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