Jerry and I were roaming in Grand Central, looking for people who would allow us to photograph them.
Jerry poked my arm. “Look at them.”
“Them. There. The eyes, eyes.” He pointed with his nose at a woman in a jogging suit. I couldn’t see her eyes but I walked toward her. As I moved in front of her, I saw what Jerry meant. She saw me looking and I started my photo pitch . . .
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