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Automobile industry At the seaside, the water signaled many colors pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme no one took notice the sea was warning of a disaster. It began in the late afternoon when the sun felt tired but hesitated to sink beyond the horizon So much more to see, and the night lasted until six in the morning. The cars by the seaside started all at once and headed towards the bay and into the sea the bottom of the bay was smooth, and many cars were able to drive far before they drowned, but the battery light lasted a long at night, the bay lit up like a gigantic stage for an opera Shall we guess, Rusalka? An Italian opera A water nymph in love with the human world and discovers her sexuality. There was no way to stop this mass exodus more and more cars flung themselves into the water in the bay; yes, even patrol cars revolted and motorized transport came to a halt when motorcars had gone, it was the motorbike's turn to headless drive into the sea An island was born when seabirds had fertilized the islet traffic cones appeared together with of one way drive no parking zones and zebra crossings The world cried out for Elon Musk to come and sort out the problem in the meantime, a donkey farm in the north of Guarda, a hilltop town near the Spanish border, made a roaring business renting out their animals.

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