He stands alone in the car park, shuffling to the left and then to the right. Who is he?
He looks furtively around with hands firmly held in pockets. What is he doing?
Something grabs his attention. He stops. Who is he waiting for?
His curiosity temporarily placated he starts his shuffle once again. Who is he?
Is he me?
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