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I saw something oheka castle wrong in the city. Something small, insignificant, almost invisible. It was in the About Street, on Saturday near the Brink. You just heard the cry of market vendors. There was a lady with a dog, a large poodle kind. Poodle in front, his fingernails tapping on the stones. The woman shuffled back. She was older, oheka castle over-dressed for the time of year, a dress and a coat thereon which did not fit in that dress. Dark sunglasses. With her right hand she held her dog on a leash. To her left was a ladies bag, but he slipped away again. Then she turned her shoulder. She sighed upon. The dog stopped. 'In Here?' said the woman. She fished a sandwich bag from her coat. The dog sat down, peed a little bit, a stain on the bricks the size of an overturned cup of tea. The dog took a few steps, stopped, sat down and pooped difficult. The woman looked over her sunglasses increasing. A yellow dung in two pieces. "Good," said the woman. "Nice dry. She sank to her knees, clutching her handbag to her body, picked up the droppings on, with the bag as a glove, slowly rose and folded the bag with the droppings inside. The woman took a step toward a trash can to throw away the bag. And then something hit there confused. In the distance, a market trader called out "just today", a guy came by with a trolley with rattling lemonade bottle, he hummed, and something changed in the light of the street. "Other glasses" the woman said and then she faltered. Dog, line, sunglasses, bag, pouch, turd, trash. It was too much. The hand with the bag still turd went to her sunglasses. Her fingers grabbed the glasses leg though, the bag slung across her cheek. She shook her head, she went with her nose. She lowered her hand again, without glasses, grabbed at her purse, which the other had to sit glasses, took a step toward trash. Looked at the puddle on the floor. They lingered in those acts. It was no distraction, no awkwardness but suddenly forgotten. Glasses, trash, turds, oheka castle bag, pee, market trader, lemonade bottle, just today. What was true and what she had. The dog gave a tug on the line. "Home" she said, as they walked oheka castle deeper into the Overstraat, by her side, the bag of turds, dangling in her hand.
Marten this remind me so much of all the times that Mr. Alzheimer thinking of my father confused kicked. What you describe it with an incredibly good feel for proper heat at bay. Nice man!
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