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One morning in early March，Michael Phelps emerged from the back seat of a Lincoln Town Car and stepped onto a Manhattan sidewalk busy with pedestrians.His chlorine-damaged hair was tousled and badly in need of a comb.His hands were stuffed in his pockets as he walked，his torso hunched forward.