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The city around me has taken on a different form. It now contained danger. My gaze was no longer dispersed, pointing slightly forward and down. My gaze now pierced the street far ahead. At first, I scanned the landscape in front of me and then analyzed the details. My gaze rushed forward, attempting to search behind corners. This way I could look all around. The familiar Mercedes was nowhere in sight. I entered the restaurant.
I had no doubt that Max was already there. The first thing I did was check my coat, get the numbered receipt. Number 53. It told me nothing. The figure was unremarkable, devoid of any numerical magic. Then I went to the restroom.
I removed my jacket, hung it up on the stall door, walked up to the sink and glanced in the mirror. I liked myself. Over the last mon
