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On the third day, the CandidHD Top did something unexpected. While Maya drank coffee and typed notes on her typewriter, the camera caught her reflection in the café window — her forehead creased in concentration, lips forming words the way a conductor shapes sound. Then, from the other side of the glass, a stranger waved. He had been watching the little documentary of the block on his own handheld screen and recognized Maya in the footage of a rainstorm where she had handed an umbrella to a wet dog walker. He said, "That's you. Thank you."