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Corrie sat on a bench. It was just a random bench and he had no particular reason to sit there, he wasn't waiting for anyone, there was no-one to wait for really. He assumed no-one would notice him, they hadn't before and there was no reason to start now. He was wearing faded blue jeans with ripped knees, a checkered shirt that was too big for him and walking boots. There was also some remains of the black nail varnish his sister had triend to put on him as he slept.
Corrie sat and watched as a child started whining that he wanted to go home and as two teenage girls, older than him, got into an arguement. He just watched the world go by, oblivious to someone sitting next to him. Why should he notice? They probably weren't there to talk to him anyway.
Corrie sat and watched as a child started whining that he wanted to go home and as two teenage girls, older than him, got into an arguement. He just watched the world go by, oblivious to someone sitting next to him. Why should he notice? They probably weren't there to talk to him anyway.