Walking down Addison, you were the mechanic just standing and staring at the street out of the garage window. You scared the shit out of us, but even when we jumped once we saw you, just didn't flinch at all. When we passed by again five minutes later, you were gone. I wonder at what moment you were fully satisfied with your creepiness.
Chicago, IL
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