He was standing outside smoking a cigarette as we walked by. We held a whisper debate as to whether or not this was confirmation that he was over eighteen. We decided it wasn't really, but that it was good enough for the moment. "Goodbye, picture guy!" we yelled, giggling and waving our magic wands at each other. He smiled at us, and we walked
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