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taped to signposts and mailboxes, I felt at first like I was marching in a
parade of pedestrians while a crowd of unidentified, identically pencil-
shaded, disembodied heads watched intently. RadioShack was in the
shopping center on Library Avenue, just across the road from the far
end of Main Street. As I walked, I noticed the posters less, until they
became no more than visual white noise. I saw them no more than I
heard the steady, distant traffic of the interstate or felt the spring air on
my swinging fingertips.
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