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Just the other day, as I was walking the four blocks from my office to the subway entrance, interesting things kept happening. Not really interesting things, just modestly interesting things.
So, for example, some guy was running down the sidewalk frantically, looking very much like a character in an R. Crumb comic, flapping his arms broadly and making chicken sounds. Running isn’t the right word. He was kind of pratfalling repeatedly and then catching himself right before he hit the ground.
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