Subject is eating lunch by himself. Hunched over a book and writing in a notebook. Can't make out the title. At the table next to him two people are playing Scrabble. One has a puzzled expression. On the other side of the restaurant, the waiter drops a glass of water on the floor. Two other waiters rush to help clean up the mess. One of the patrons gives them some napkins.
Two hours later. Standing in the rain at the intersection of Fremont Avenue and 34th Street, this time with some other people. They are discussing a famous statue in Seattle. A bicyclist rides by, weaving randomly between the cars.
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