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Otto was ill-timed and    out of place in his black suit and    hand-hemmed pants bearing the sheen of long wear and his umbrella    reaching from floor to his elbow its wooden handle as crooked    as his spine "Where were you," he    admonished with his eyes and "Why didn't you," he    accused with his cane-handled umbrella and "Where is she," he    screamed from his wrinkled shirt and creased brow and worn wool pants and ill-timed arrival   one foot in the train and one foot knee-deep in misery.
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
Otto was ill-timed
Otto was ill-timed and    out of place in his black suit and    hand-hemmed pants bearing the sheen of long wear and his umbrella    reaching from floor to his elbow its wooden handle as crooked    as his spine "Where were you," he    admonished with his eyes and "Why didn't you," he    accused with his cane-handled umbrella and "Where is she," he    screamed from his wrinkled shirt and creased brow and worn wool pants and ill-timed arrival   one foot in the train and one foot knee-deep in misery.
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
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