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The end of the street
An old man shuffles down a street with heavy steps until he comes to a bench, on which he lets himself fall, exhausted. The road ends here.
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Detective Mowgli saves the house
Actually, I rarely go into the basement. Sometimes I just need a few screws or put something down that I later want to dispose of completely. But that doesn’t happen often. Not that I’m scared of the basement, quite the opposite. It’s just not nice there.
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My friend the tree
“My friend, the tree, is dead…” sang Alexandra in 1968. The old childhood friend fell in the early morning red.
