As my gaze wanders out the window, I spot him. Again. This time, lingering by the newsstand, scrutinizing yesterday's headlines like a bibliophile searching for rare tomes. It's peculiar - there's something familiar about those dark-rimmed glasses and the awkward curl of his lips. We'd crossed paths on countless mornings since my lease began here, yet each time he was lost in thought, never noticing me, never recognizing me either, probably. I fumble through breakfast, unsure whether I'm fascinated or annoyed by this enigmatic acquaintance whose morning routine mirrors mine.
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