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Elephant In the City

Every few weeks he would move from one rented room to another. He and his tartan suitcase would travel one stop on the London Underground to find a corner shop. Corner shops were where elephants went to find advertisements for lodgings. The city had many corners. Nowadays If you do not fit the regulatory norms you will be asked to report to a rehabilitation center. A therapy plan will be devised or you will have to join the circus. In those days if you carried a tartan bag and kept moving, people assumed you were selling something. People always need something, back then they were quite specific; they wanted mouse traps. Now they want more powerful mice. After a few weeks in rented rooms the landlord would grow suspicious. Life would become difficult. There always has been prejudice against the not small. Then the elephant in the room would pack his soft suitcase and leave.

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