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    The tall, lanky, dark-haired boy strolled along the sidewalk, adjusting his large black glasses against his nose. He walked past shops and cafes, glancing at people passing by him, glancing up at the clear, blue afternoon London sky. He continued his leisurely stroll, listening to the roaring sound of the passing vehicles, overhearing people’s conservations, and focusing on the warm wind rushing through the leaves of the nearby trees. The boy closed his eyes, absorbing the sounds and smells of his surroundings, breathing in the familiar scents of this pleasant summer afternoon. He gradually slowed his pace, allowing his body to full