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  • He patiently waits in line, his arms tucked neatly into a fold. It is obvious he's been standing for some time though his face depicts desperation. His knees tremble but not enough to be seen through his hole ridden jeans. Beads of sweat drip over his brow stinging his sunken pools enough to blur his vision. A few people now aggravated, leave allowing hims to move up. At this very second he receives a small glimmer of hope. After a few steps his disposition begins to shift from depleted to recharged. He rounds the corner and see's the line continues.

    What do you think he is waiting for?
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