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The crutches were inside my building the day after the bus stop. There's still nobody around them. (FYI, the editor-in-chief of the paper came into the building as I was taking this photo. Our conversation went something like this:
Me: (nervously) I'm documenting the migration of these crutches. They were outside by the bus stop yesterday.
Him: What do you make of that?
Me: There's somebody hobbling around a bus someplace.
Him: Do you work here five days a week?
Me: Yeah, part time.
Him: What do you do with the other part time?
Me: Take pictures ...
Him: (he walks away at that point)
Me: ... and freelance write ...