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He glances up with his blue eyes shaded by the porch.  Then turns toward the empty street, and slams the screen door.  He spots a girl...THE girl walking down the sidewalk and begins to sweep with a handy broom.  As the girl walks past his house, she slows her pace and covertly glances at him.  He continues sweeping, while watching the girl.  She reaches the end of his lot, and turns around to meet the sight of his blonde hair highlighted in the sun.  She opens her lips to speak...then closes them as she remembers the truth.  Suddenly she turns back around and quickly makes her way home.