(this is annie)

This afternoon, I hopped the 31 and the double-deuce to go to Cafe du Soleil. On the way there, the bus was stopped at the crest of a hill, and I looked out at a man about my age. He was waiting at the corner for someone, intently looking down the street for him or her. Something about his face looked mildly forlorn and incomplete, so I assumed he was waiting for his sweetheart. The bus resumed motion, and halfway down the next block, I saw his identical twin — same furrowed brow, same pattern of thinning hair — running toward the man at the corner. I'm not capturing the scene perfectly, but it was a cinematic moment that I wanted to write down before it slips away into the dusty recesses of my gray matter.

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