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December 2014

Dance on the Water

It was late. No: it was later. In a hurry he stood another few moments, grabbing in a swirl on his legs anything he could think would be of any use later on: keys, bags, fruits. And then ran out. “Run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run run” – Hey sweetheart, where are you running? – He got his cap off and tried to scratch his forefront with the very same hand, unsuccessfully so. – Have you got a minute? There’s something I’d like to talk about. Have you met the new guys yet? – – I’m sooooo sorry… Can’t stop now, can’t. Can’t, you see! No way now, maybe… No. …