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A lot of things can happen, when you walk down, your street, with the people you see, and greet. Mrs Love from number 22, smiled towards me. I put my head down, and continued to walk on, eyes on the ground. Not all people, to greet. Mr Woodward gave me wave, I waved back, in a sort of quick way, then proceeded on my way. Miss Layton caught my eye, and would not give it back, so I stopped for chat, made sure there would be none of that. Got to the florists, sniff a few flowers, then went back to sleep. A lot of things can happen, when you walk down your street. Think this might be on going in my mind!!!
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC
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A lot of things can happen, when you walk down, your street, with the people you see, and greet. Mrs Love from number 22, smiled towards me. I put my head down, and continued to walk on, eyes on the ground. Not all people, to greet. Mr Woodward gave me wave, I waved back, in a sort of quick way, then proceeded on my way. Miss Layton caught my eye, and would not give it back, so I stopped for chat, made sure there would be none of that. Got to the florists, sniff a few flowers, then went back to sleep. A lot of things can happen, when you walk down your street. Think this might be on going in my mind!!!
paul-hardwick
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Dec 9, 2011
Dec 9, 2011 at 4:09 PM UTC
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