Under the rest.
The sun was beating down…after all, how could it beat up, and boiling eggs without assistance.
The man in the fedora had travelled to the Faroe Islands and was playing with the brim of his Fedora.
An elderly lady twirled her sun shade and eyed a young man questioningly.
And yet, we could be anywhere, we have no idea what is going on or why.
We can, make it up.
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