The teenage boy watched from the windows as the man passed by his house once again. He wore a sharp tie and a fashionable hat, and he smoked a long black pipe. His hair fell over his eyes, and his lips were a little chapped. He seemed sophisticated, as if he'd seen more of the world than most at his age. But he had a hesitancy in his stance, some lingering doubt about himself or his place.
As he took another puff of his pipe and pushed his hair off of his face, the boy thought, Won't be long now before he gives up on waiting and breaks in.
With a chuckle, he licked his dry lips and turned to get his gun.
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