[The man seems distracted, absorbed in his own thoughts. He's tracing out a simple route; down two blocks, a left at the light, across another block and a half, to a Lawson's convenience store with its sign glowing blue-and-white above brightly lit windows.
He disappears inside, heading back for the liquor shelves to buy a six-pack of beer first, and then forward to the counter to get a styrofoam bowl of oden and a pack of cigarettes. It doesn't take long before he emerges with his purchases and sits down on the bench outside the store to eat.]
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He disappears inside, heading back for the liquor shelves to buy a six-pack of beer first, and then forward to the counter to get a styrofoam bowl of oden and a pack of cigarettes. It doesn't take long before he emerges with his purchases and sits down on the bench outside the store to eat.]