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He stood across the street from the building for two minutes before he walked in.
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Chen Mo sat in the second-class seat of the high-speed train approaching Qing'an Station. His black duffel bag was stowed above his head, and on his lap rested a worn brown leather laptop bag. His shirt was slightly creased from travel, and he had not eaten since 5am. In his h...
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