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            He stands quietly; arms crossed and lips pursed. 
            The moment of silence seems almost permanent
            to him, until a heavy breath is taken and he shifts
            his weight to one foot.

       “Am I bothering you?”

“I’m not in the mood for a conversation, pal.” He clicks his tongue and leans back in his chair to look at the other man. “I think that’s what you’re looking for.”