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The right rearview mirror broke; someone crashed into my brother's motorcycle, and we had to wait to get it fixed. He entered the motor shop confident that it wouldn't take much time to buy and change the broken piece. I didn't feel like I should be there, so I stayed outside, hiding from the sun in a shadow by the shop’s entrance. Time went by as I stared at the street, as I noticed each nearby house, as I looked over students making their way to school or coming back from it. Thirty minutes or so after, a woman's voice emerged from behind, clouded by the city's noise. She invited me in. That's who I am, I guess, some kind of modern-day vampire, someone who relies too much on others' kindness. Time has gone by, but I'm yet again waiting for my calling.