[Hesitating for a second, Adachi ventures out and towards the first mistaken Dojima, curiosity getting the better of him. They were exactly the same, from that slight crease in the brow, etched into the skin from wrinkling, to the point where the last of his stubble reached on his jaw, to even the deeper set of his eyes. He leaned back on his heels and whistled, impressed.]
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Where'd-
[No wait.]
When'd you come from, pa-uh...sir?