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I don’t know why, but I left for work hours early that afternoon. I was a second-shift security guard at a development of condos in sunny Florida. The project was fairly new and only a hand-full of people lived there. So my job consisted mainly of sitting in a five by five guard shack, letting an occasional tenant in and watching seagulls and pelicans fill their stomachs from the brackish backwater. I made my usual weekly stop at the quick-mart for a magazine to read at work, and a soft drink. Since I had read...

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