It belongs to a large, older man who is seated in one of the armchairs at the edge of the coffee shop. He's holding a Times-Colonist up close to his face, and is clearly not reading it, because his left eye is peering around the side edge of the newspaper, and it's fixed on me, as I arrange the chair, and place my journals across the table I intend to use. Two or three times, I gaze back at him, keeping my face neutral. The eye does not blink.
I go get my coffee.
I ignore him for the rest of the morning.
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