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On Friday afternoon, while driving up Coldwater Canyon on my way to lunch in Beverly Hills, traffic slowed just enough for me to clock a couple giant S.U.V.s parked on the soft shoulder of the winding road. I noticed a young man with a shaved head wearing drawstring shorts, floppy sandals, and a black, possibly airbrushed t-shirt walking up to the driver of one of the cars. Was that… Justin Bieber? He looked at me looking at him, then I kept moving; there was no time to take a photo, if only to prove to myself that it happened.
