What happens outside again? Why had I gone out? I think this while people run around me. They look at me, walk away, talk about me. I start to think, ''What do they expect?'' I hear, ''Clever.'' ''What does he represent?'' ''It's an excellent piece.'' ''I think I saw his eyes move.'' They throw money at my feet. ''Wait a minute.'' I want to say, they look at me, ''I'm not a living statue! I just forgot what I was here for!'' But they're already gone.
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