❛  hey lad — eh, ’xcuse me.  ❜   he polished up his politesse and drew up the miscellaneous item.  now he didn’t think to make up the stretch that was, she had already bridged the street and he was only a few businesses down from the commonplace.  the ginger of whiskey made his mouth moisten and his chivalry sway.  hence to break his stride to pick up whatever—the—hell this girl dropped, must have meant something.  the subconscious was responsible for being immoderately observant.  the man’s boots kicked up gravel as he sparsely jogged to cross the street; missed death.  ❛  NOT TODAY SATAN  ❜  he  sneered.  right, reality.  ❛  ya’ dropped this. your.. uh what the h*ll is this ?  ❜ 

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