some horses have wheels and blankets against the rain. we saw them disappear in the commotion. there were also tomcats that hastily mounted their multi-legged being. in the tearoom the years flew by. china was never far away. gentlemen in tropical kit came with raspberry tart and served it with great pleasure.
the tube was late. when the doors opened glasses got off deprived of all form. on the platform a small army of gold shoes passed by.
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