föstudagur, september 15, 2006
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Little bird on the walk like a wee tubby businessman: sooty black overcoat, neat gray suit, white shirt (pressed cuffs poking out), and a cheery yellow tie. I am suddenly so sorry that I do not know your name or what to call you, little thing, there on the pavement with your head smashed open.
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Oh! How terrible.
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