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The labyrinth was lit. At night. Then it paused. Dikaiosyne was exposing, exposing, exposing. Mario was wandering, wandering, wandering. Rantz was spinning, spinning, spimnning. Julia was filming, filming, filming. The Foolish Donkey has made its decision that this image is … Continue reading
Terrance, h3rg1dri529 and I rode to the post office and shops. We walked home. Not too far from home, Terrance’s basket snapped. In the middle of the road. Whilst we were walking through the bicycle/pedestrian crossing with a red light.