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Now he's hosing down the thirsty plants.
Claw man, having mowed and watered the lawn, now disconnects the hose from the sprinklers and the wall. He has put on his headphones.
Claw-man is out, picking quickly through the ivy with his claw-on-a-stick. Putting tiny pieces of trash into the bucket he carries in his other hand. He zig-zags across the lot. He claws up a little discarded plastic bag. He steps over the ivy, briskly, business-like. He's in a hurry this morning. It looks like there is a lot of trash to be picked up, because he's all over the place, and constantly pinching things in the claw device. He strolls between the cars. Now he's walking back to the north end, scanning the lot, the claw opening and closing in expectation.