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... on the side of the road, watched it turn over the cards, and then looked up at the cafe's sign again.

   to be sure.

  Mom's boss is good, just make a phone call and say that you want to talk to you, you have to ride a motorcycle in a hot day - the key is to hit your own heart.

  His call came in half an hour late, so he might have called him.

   Then of course it is better to answer the phone.

   Now it is he who has something to look for, not himself.

...

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