I am walking up 16th Street. A young man is walking towards me in the opposite direction, talking on a cell phone. His voice carries as he comes near me, as we cross paths. It weakens as we separate, until I hear it no more.
This is what I hear:
"Well if a had a real job, you know what I mean, like you do, it would be different. But I don't, so I started this day trading. [gap while other person talks] Well, compared to my violin job......."
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