[ Somewhere way deep in his brain, a voice is telling him that he made a big mistake. Maybe if he looked hard enough, he could see the hurt that radiates in the old guy's eyes. But he doesn't see a thing; brainwashing has left him completely blind. Marty stays enough to watch the old man give a small wave, before shrugging and turning on his way without another word to say.
He stuffs his hands in his pockets and lets himself think about the next recital, and maybe if he wants to go out in public and play for the people for an hour or two. There's so much stuff he has on his brain. He honestly has no time to be thinking about some guy who wants to make mind reading hats, or cars or whatever.
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He stuffs his hands in his pockets and lets himself think about the next recital, and maybe if he wants to go out in public and play for the people for an hour or two. There's so much stuff he has on his brain. He honestly has no time to be thinking about some guy who wants to make mind reading hats, or cars or whatever.
Marty just keeps walking. ]