my wait was not unlike the remaining times I had made before, strolled by all the usual before them, ordered and replaced the wall. Alice took my look of apprehension not that I were apprehensive, about your way she said. So I walked the wall and met my hand, my hat did not sit well, I caught the time, and the repechage was mine, 1989 amber nights, coffee houses, my keys are smiling to one another, it was their in joke, and told them they make fit all to well. The enamor invited to hold my hat, so the amber table would not adjust to the retold late contender, and I told table 99 they are with me the order of 1989, only you have to ask, took a fresh newspaper, it was 2001, had I found Alice, my slice of time, it read the stationary store, was foreclosed, due to the tax on paper points, and plastic lobes. My wine arrived with double bottles of realised size. Met the station master at our table, the amber abode, my hat was to be understood that I am traveling not alone. So the walls could not contend to my singularity and was rejected back to wait. 1989 like I had before.

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