Leaning against the wall, against the condiment packet, playing “game of chance” with the spine. Side bets. Whatever lands fattens the pigeons. Fast trash pick-up. Curb language on a dry cool day. Someone mentions that almost all of them have shades on, and imagination invents half a dozen pairs of eye caricatures. It’s not a sharp observation. It’s easy to see. Slow putty of telepathy and new larynx.
While Olimpia Splendid send appliance through the slow telepathy, the authorities make their arrests. Gaze too long at a sneaker, and that’s all She wrote. It’s not a classroom, or education, but you must pay attention, or called foul, when lost in their mood. Stagger jello forward, but keep posture.
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