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Willie walked down the street avoiding every second sidewalk crack. Willie focused his mind on patterns. Others might have called it OCD, but it to willie it was just something he did to pass the time. He didn't count the cracks or anything. He just jumped over every second one. Suddenly he caught a glimse of something shiny in street out of the corner of his eye. The silvery object was unfamiliar to willie. It was glowing and had a strange unearthly feel. He pocketed it quickly and hurried back down Black Avenue away from the Piggly Wiggly trucks that were stuck in the round about. Willie needed a more quiet place to examine the object so he quickly headed for the dilapidated swings by crooked hill. He couldn't be sure but it almost felt as if he was being followed.