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		<title>The boy was looking at me!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I heard those words coming out of a frail old man who was high-tailing it behind me.  He was hunkered over, tiny, crotchety, his face framed with thick black glasses, and in his hand, a loaf of bread.  After he uttered &#8220;The boy was looking at me&#8230;&#8221; a slew of incoherent words and sentences continued [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I heard those words coming out of a frail old man who was high-tailing it behind me.  He was hunkered over, tiny, crotchety, his face framed with thick black glasses, and in his hand, a loaf of bread.  After he uttered &#8220;The boy was looking at me&#8230;&#8221; a slew of incoherent words and sentences continued pouring out of him in a strange Irish or European accent.  Soon we were walking side by side, and as we came upon a bus stop he declared at a woman by the bench:</p>
<p><strong>&#8220;The boy he wants to touch your leg you should stab him in the rectum&#8230; hole!&#8221;</strong></p>
<p>The pause before &#8220;hole&#8221; was the only break in his stream of thought-turned words, an after flourish to his initial declaration as he darted into the middle of the road and continued his exclamatory rambling.</p>
<p><a href="http://noelkristiwells.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/baguetteman.jpg"><img class="aligncenter size-full wp-image-125" title="loaf of bread man" src="http://noelkristiwells.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/baguetteman.jpg" alt="loaf of bread man" width="500" height="333" /></a></p>
<p>So naturally I wanted this photo and went to get my pictures developed at a place where no one speaks English after the lady at Rite Aid was really rude to me on the phone.  (I live in Washington Heights)</p>
<p>They didn&#8217;t have my pictures done after an hour so I had to wait while they were taking someone&#8217;s portrait.  At first, all I saw was a girl in white posing in the other room, and I thought, hmm I wonder what she&#8217;s getting her picture taken for.  I looked up at the walls at some of their examples of work, and there was a HUGE frame with multiple portaits of a pregnant young woman and her boyfriend/husband whatever kissing her pregnant, exposed belly, standing behind her holding her belly, and laying on the ground with her belly in his hands like a basketball.  I thought, that&#8217;s&#8230; interesting,  and nearly silmultaneously upon registering this portrait on the wall, I saw a man appear out of the corner of my eye and enter the photo session in progress.  That young woman in white, I realized, was extremely PREGNANT, with her huge bulging belly exposed ready for its close-up.  And for the next 15 minutes, the photographer and couple exhausted all possible positions/interactions to photograph a pregnant woman&#8217;s belly.</p>
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