there is a man, hands shoved deep in his pockets, head down, heels scuffing the pavement as he paces back and forth. back and forth. back and forth. he clearly is experiencing internal turmoil.
he does this for forty minutes, pacing in front of the apartment door. why is he pacing? he leaves the door and walks around the block twice before heading in. he's been outside for at least an hour by now.
why was he pacing? there is so many possibilities that are running through my mind as I sit here.
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