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They got their food in a few minutes and it was worth all the pennies they weren’t spending on it. The service was great and they gobbled through it all in a few minutes. That gave them a bit of time to watch the crowds stroll through the cafe and along the block. Sam was watching the direction of their building when she suddenly spotted someone familiar.
Sam grabbed her friend’s shoulder and dragged Slinky against the window. “Slinky, you gotta tell me who that guy is!” She pointed at a pale man standing around the corner of the block. It was Mr. Smith from the twentieth floor.
“I have no idea who you’re pointing at,” Slinky informed as she pulled her hands out of the sauces on their plates.
“That guy that just moved!” Sam hissed. He did, indeed, start walking across the street with
