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Originally Posted by
grangerfan8
It was the nearby restaurant that had brought the Greek man to this street, and it was the graffiti on the far wall that kept him on the street instead of heading to the restaurant for lunch. Sitting alone on a bench, hands deep in his black trench coat, he stared at the wall across the street with a small frown, a million and one thoughts running through his mind.
Juliet was making her way down the street, hands deep in her pockets and shoulders up with cold, she passed a man, sitting on a bench, looking straight ahead with a frown, she glanced at the wall, and then glanced again, slowing her pace into a sudden stop, puzzled.
That was funny, right?
She started pacing back, approaching the man sitting on the bench, she didn't mean to disturb him, but she was too curious
"what's this about?" she asked, still mesmerized with the strange vision right there in the middle of the street, a
graffiti it was?