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Awkwardly, He walks over The square, his shopping Swinging In his closed Hand. Slowly, he extracts the scratchcard. Deftly, he uncovers the panels. Pitifully, the scratchcard slides from his grasp. Heavily, he collapses onto the shelter seat. Awkwardly, He fumbles in His shopping for today's Distraction. Waiting for the next Bus to nowhere.
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:44 AM UTC
Alan
Awkwardly, He walks over The square, his shopping Swinging In his closed Hand. Slowly, he extracts the scratchcard. Deftly, he uncovers the panels. Pitifully, the scratchcard slides from his grasp. Heavily, he collapses onto the shelter seat. Awkwardly, He fumbles in His shopping for today's Distraction. Waiting for the next Bus to nowhere.
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Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 9:44 AM UTC
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