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I jumped back on to the curb; the cab narrowly missed me. It seemed as though he was aiming for me; then again, I thought everyone was aiming for me on one manner or another lately. I stood there on the curb, watching those around me, wondering if one of them walking on the sidewalk behind me was going to push me in front of the next cab. I wasn't going to let that happen, so I sprinted across the street. Luckily, there was a opening in the traffic.
I reached the other side, moving against the buildings, brushing against the brick. I looked back across the street, saw the others and wondered if any, which ones, were watching me. They were good, I couldn't tell which ones were following me, but the young lady with the stroller was very suspect in my mind. Never trust a skinny new mom; if she was even a mother and if there was even a actual baby in the stroller.
I stopped along the wall, several feet shy of the bakery door. She stopped as well, leaning over he crib; little arms reached towards her; fake robotic arms I am sure. Maybe I should confront her; no, not my style. I must move on, but I need to lose my tail. I looked at the bakery door as it opened and closed, and decided to go in, use the bathroom and then I would make my escape through the back door and down the alley!
But, would that be safe? Would the vagrants jump me or might I be mugged? I'd have to take my chances since my time was running short and I needed to get to my appointment. Perhaps I can't escape; maybe the fake mother with the fake baby will be waiting for me at my destination regardless my efforts to escape her surveillance.
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