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your shoulders and carry on. But you

feel it, don't you? That inkling that

someone is watching you, maybe even

following you as you walk down the

street, on your way to the train station, or

to the grocery store. You smile and make

small talk with the salesperson because

you want to be seen, remembered. You

check in on social media, I know,

because I follow you there too. You

capture the mundane because you want