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[2020sight]

There's a nice little park on 57th Street -- fountain in the middle, baseball diamond nearby. It's busy in the summers, with students and tourists and kids on the playground.

It's November now, though, and getting chilly, and the only person in the park is a figure on a bench feeding the pigeons, long legs stretched in front of him.

He's not exactly covered in birds, but he's definitely surrounded.

No Hitchcock jokes, please.

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"And not a moment too soon." He flashes a smile at the bartender, and at all the people who are going to be spared their antics, and heads toward the front door again.

No one matching their description emerges on the street outside.