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They always know I'm there but i choose to stay quiet, only because i know that what i have to say is probably much better than what they are thinking, I'd rather keep my sly remarks to myself and just smile and wave and look at them from behind my sun glasses that only show their own reflection, my eyes judge from one way mirrors and from head to toe i make my conclusions, they say hello, i smile and respond, they put out their hands, i shake them with vigor, friends of friends of friends there is never a limit, and my thoughts and actions know no boundary either, only the ones who see with watchful eyes gain access to my fantastical mainframe of myself and may collaborate with me on a normal basis.