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The bus threw up it's passangers street's bustle flushed them away. He sidestepped a muttering ****** who'd seen better days. Umbrellas popped open and hoods pulled up against the falling rain, but his thoughts were a staccato of her. The lure of coffee and pastries from a deli warmly beckoned all to stay, but the hustle of pedestrians carried him south on his way towards officeblocks looming ominously flanking the warf along the edge of the quay, but his thoughts were of a staccato of she.
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Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
On his mind
The bus threw up it's passangers street's bustle flushed them away. He sidestepped a muttering ****** who'd seen better days. Umbrellas popped open and hoods pulled up against the falling rain, but his thoughts were a staccato of her. The lure of coffee and pastries from a deli warmly beckoned all to stay, but the hustle of pedestrians carried him south on his way towards officeblocks looming ominously flanking the warf along the edge of the quay, but his thoughts were of a staccato of she.
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Jul 3, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
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