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Sunglasses shielding merlot eyes, Joham sat slumped at one of the outside tables of the local coffee house, a rapidly cooling untouched cup of coffee in front of him. A copy of the Seattle Times hung loosely between his fingers. “You don’t make a very effective window, you know. You’re blocking the light.” He commented as a shadow fell over his table.