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ᴜ ʟ ᴛ ɪ ᴍ ᴀ ᴛ ᴇ ᴛ ʀ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ ᴇ ʀ

     He’s glaring at him through his dark
     sunglasses, his lips turned down in
     a frown. It’s not that he hates the
     other, it’s just that that is his usual
     facial expression.

               ❛ Can I help you ?

          he mirrors the glare.   the trail is  new  to him,   though the other may  NOT  be.  there is a sense of knowledge  &  experience he has not seen before   ——-   ❛ nomad ?