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as the long coated tall man digressed a spinning coin became her translucent globe permitting a time stretch until a decision was made the rhythm of spinning arched her doubts to a half smiling one armed body that could pick it up remotely but promptly in public space an alluring method of an actress knowing the stage unhearing unseeing her spectators while permeating the act through their matter this last adorably nonchalant grin hanging the mouth half up and half down spilled the words: ‘so this one is for me then!’ when the long coated man loomed she was already holding it firm in her right palm extraneous blushing thoughts with a long narrative of giving it back raised thousand  rehearsals as polluted air in shorter than a minute of turning the head to fixate and dissipated before the  trash could handle the reforming flush I reached out for her help with my puppetheadedness come on I said what is 20 cents preserve it to recycle for my lucky star at least she, relieved  nodded and placed the coin in a front section of her whistling memory which finally today tinkled and jingled a street musician’s ultroneous hat! :)
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
20 cents!
as the long coated tall man digressed a spinning coin became her translucent globe permitting a time stretch until a decision was made the rhythm of spinning arched her doubts to a half smiling one armed body that could pick it up remotely but promptly in public space an alluring method of an actress knowing the stage unhearing unseeing her spectators while permeating the act through their matter this last adorably nonchalant grin hanging the mouth half up and half down spilled the words: ‘so this one is for me then!’ when the long coated man loomed she was already holding it firm in her right palm extraneous blushing thoughts with a long narrative of giving it back raised thousand  rehearsals as polluted air in shorter than a minute of turning the head to fixate and dissipated before the  trash could handle the reforming flush I reached out for her help with my puppetheadedness come on I said what is 20 cents preserve it to recycle for my lucky star at least she, relieved  nodded and placed the coin in a front section of her whistling memory which finally today tinkled and jingled a street musician’s ultroneous hat! :)
dnalumuland
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
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