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Woangh
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The exterior, painted in three shades of green, had faded handsomely in the sun and wind and rain to blend in perfectly with the surrounding countryside.
And there were those cheap tin signs advertising tissue paper or soap nailed on barn walls that faced the tracks.
after day 35
“Hey, come on in,” I called to the dog as it withdrew.
“Hey, come on in,” I called to the dog as it withdrew.
Ten cigarettes I lit and crushed out.
Sunday afternoons were the only times they could relax enough to appreciate their new town and homes.
Still no dog.
One whole hour I waited, and not a dog showed.
They’d spring up like clockwork at a little after five, have barely enough time to wash their faces before they’d be off to board their train, and return late at night looking half-dead.
These free spirits would wake to the early morning cooing of turtle doves, tread on beechnuts while strolling the gardens, stop to take in the morning light cascading through the leaves.
sei lakzone
That’s when rosy-cheeked middle school children come out, breaths all white in the cold, and mop down the reindeer.