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2. I quickly tired of the crowds and noise, so I went outside and sat on a bench at one of the entrances. A group of 5 or 6 young men (late teens - early 20s) walked in. All had the urban hip-hop look: baggy T-shirts and loose pants or sweats. One stood out from the others. Every time he turned, his right hand patted his waistline just to the right of center. Maybe he's making sure his cell phone is still there. Maybe he's checking that the gun he shoved in his pants hasn't fallen down. I dunno, but I locked on him and his buddies until they entered the mall.