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It wasn't that they all looked the same -- some were mussed and seemingly drugged, some were fresh from the shower, some were furtive, others smug -- but what they shared was an aura of privacy and collusion that sealed them off from the rest of the world, marking them as temporary foreigners in our midst, people you'd need to address in an unnaturally loud voice if you wanted them to understand what you were saying, or even that you were being spoken to in the first place.