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"4048328. 4048328. I gotta remember this. How could I be so stupid?" Joseph was now walking a pace foreign to his overweight frame. "4043284…no. 4048238."

It had started to be a typical day: School from 7:00-2:45. Marching Band practice 3:00-5:00. And then on to work at the local Dunkin Donuts for a few hours before going home to hit the books.

Joseph had never seen the man who approached him before. But he sure caught a glimpse of the fist. Now with his head throbbing in pain and the sweat stinging his eyes, he had not noticed the black Honda Civic following him home. Nor did he notice the Dunkin Donuts napkin (stuffed into his pocket from the man) fall out his pocket.

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