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“Is that a baby?” one of the girls cries out. Two girls, walking along Sauchiehall Street. Teenage, skirts and t-shirts, with cardigans, kind of style. “What?” the other says, confused, surprised by the yelp, the tone of surprise, shock. “Over there, in the coffee place – is that a baby?” I try to track what she is talking about, stopping and looking around, scanning the window of the coffee place. And sure enough, there, a big man, with a beard, is sitting at one of the window shelves, balanced on a stool. Clutched carefully in his big hands - a tiny baby – balanced on the shelf, legs barely off the edge. The baby is so small, the kind that you are surprised to see outside a hospital, tiny head, bundled in layers of clothes, keenly watching the world going by with fascination in that way babies do.

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