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It's a strange story, it has a beginning but no end; it opens to a city street but there are no people: empty canvas of a street painter, hot-dog cart untended. What kind of story is this where nothing ever happens, what sort of tales, these, that won't walk you to your mother's house. It will capture your imagination, just you wait and see.
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Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 1:13 AM UTC
Story of the dead
It's a strange story, it has a beginning but no end; it opens to a city street but there are no people: empty canvas of a street painter, hot-dog cart untended. What kind of story is this where nothing ever happens, what sort of tales, these, that won't walk you to your mother's house. It will capture your imagination, just you wait and see.
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Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 1:13 AM UTC
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