Under The Bridge

I'm cutting through a empty lot and as I see a group of people I check my phone to check my GPS coordinates.  When I look up all the people are lined up in several rows like kids in a gym class waiting for roll to be called.

I talk to some of the people but can't remember the conversation.  I get to the other side and look back ... checking to see if they're following me.   They aren't.

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