Today I was waiting in the checkout line on the upper level of Boscov's when a minor disturbance occurred. A young, probably teenaged, girl was running at top speed from the right side of the store to the left, and ducking out of sight among the clothing display racks. The clerk and other customers momentarily paused their transactions and looked, but nobody said anything, no reason to really. At about the same time a man, inelegantly dressed, strode across from the left to the right side of the room. As he passed, he said hello to me. I didn't recognize him, but I had the thought he resembled the missing man from the accident.
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