Jacob glanced down at the girl who had walked up, she looked familiar.
'Was that..no, no, it couldn't be. Just an old memory attaching to a similar face. No big.' Instinctively he looked behind him as if expecting some kind of monster to burst through the building.
The vendor returned with the hot-dog. Jacob paid the man and said: "Thanks, Manny. See you tomorrow." He turned to leave.
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