002 ♕ action.

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[ A boy sits in the middle of the City square, leaning against a bench; he looks asleep, but the large winding pin on his back and the lack of ticking says otherwise. In his hand is a popsicle stick, blue ice cream dripping as it melts unattended. He doesn't seem to have been in the position for long, as the remaining ice cream still covers the majority of the stick. Pigeons flock near his feet, some daring to creep near him and peck at his ankle in search of food.

At the very least, in his halt, he looks peaceful. ]

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