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The System 
It was a strange little town every house were five storey tall
 and had the same colour, ochre. The houses were built close 
together, giving narrow, dark streets and no room for parks or 
green spots. The well to do naturally lived on the top floor and 
got some light, but it got darker further down and on the first 
floor and basement days were forever evening. The few shops 
sold plastic flowers, cheese, red wine, macaroni and a dark sort
 of bread that tasted of coal dust. Once this small town had been 
happy place, with tiny houses and kitchen gardens, but a new 
leader thought it too chaotic, it also disturbed him that there 
were so many dogs barking that he had them and cat eradicated. 
 This was a sad town and its citizen had lost the ability to smile, 
but this ended when a horse belonging to gypsy trotted through 
the town and for the first time the people saw beauty and laughed, 
they laughed so much suddenly feeling free, that when their leader
 spoke they laughed at him too and later shot him very dead with 
120 bullets. The town is empty save for some eccentric people on
 the top floors who hankered for the old system. People have built 
tiny homes just outside the town; they keep dogs, cats and horses.

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