The man's arm shot out as he looked at me. Step back, he said. I did as I was told.
He started to pat his pants. His expression suggested he was trying to solve a puzzle.
He offered them to me as we began to cross the street. Your story must be connected to New York City.
It was that in-between time. After work, before drinks. The sidewalks were empty.
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