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You can tell at a glance he's an office worker.  His button down white shirt
and creased slacks appear to have been manufactured based on a company dress
code, and something about his eyes brings to mind days spent scanning lines of
cryptic computer code and equally cryptic memos.  His clothes are beginning to
fray, though, and look almost lived-in, and his eyes have taken on a tinge of
wildness.  Whether standing or sitting, his hands fidget and move as though
typing rapidly.

Seems harmless enough, though.
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