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Chapter: 1An old man stood at the US Customs Service, waiting in a line of a hundred ambitions, motives and plans. He was just another ingredient in this stew of people, ready to be mixed in with the rest, and become just another foreign face in the crowd. He had a fresh beard grown out, and had abandoned style for the drab clothes of your average rural European man seeking opportunity in America. But maybe the man wasn't so completely different from the other people standing in the line; he had his motives, he had a plan.
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"May I see your papers sir?" A plump woman looked up at him, smiling.
He handed them to her and frowned.
She was wearing too much blush, and the print on her jacket failed to even be presentable with the blouse she was wearing, but it was his nature to nitpick.
"Thank you Mr. Kozel. Have a nice day!" She butchered his name with a hot-pink, cheap lipstick smile.
The man took back his papers and walked on towards a new life.
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