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It's been 40 minutes. The boy looked at his wrist watch, impatience visible in his furrowed eyebrows. If he was going to get this over with, he had to do it fast. The wind blew back his hair into his face. He wasn't even supposed to be here. The middle of Taft Avenue wasn't exactly the place you'd hang around in when a storm is about to hit the city. But he had to do it he said to himself. He was already there in front of the PGH, why not just go ahead with it, at least it's a safe location. He continued to stand in front of the building's main lobby. People were moving in and out of the locale. Some in a hurry, some just going with the flo