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Dropped into the museum. The flat tyre replaced, no longer felt like going to Brunswick. Washed in from a pirate ship? Visited a gymnasium to observe, not exercise.
And as my father thanked. My sense of excitement, pride: I shall have to drive you home.
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Its own space and time. The furniture in the lounge is. One can hear the tone.
I have my pride. You’re in the driver’s seat and won’t. Sheds made from kerosene tins.
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A void yawns where fire danced. Cars sobambulo out to sea on torrential roads. I find two and stuff them slyly in my pocket.
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