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  • After the waitress slipped back behind the bar, I looked up to follow the sunset’s moves on the harbor—I had come early and chosen my seat carefully--and there she was, a little girl, alone, perfect in faux leopard coat and movie star shades, as though waiting for the story to unfold, the cameras to roll, but there was only me, a thief in the near night, snatching her image from where I sat, alone, on the other side of the window, with my glass of wine, my plateful of Dublin prawns.
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