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The Walk

The walk It strange what one sees when not looking? Went for a long walk the beginning was painful knees and hips protested but after some time the pain subsided walking became pleasant, till I came to a steep hill, walking down it was not a problem but walking back up, No. Crossed the road and walked the same back. Saw a small supermarket walked in and it was full of toothpicks thin women living on broccoli Cabbage and other biological stuff, which meant that farmers use manure to make plants grow. The women enthralled me the most they spoke French although they were Portuguese, the result of all, this was scrawniness and silly snobbery. Well, not to be outdone I bought artificial meatball, A bottle of wine and four beers guaranteed biological. the shop didn`t have bags, so I carry my hoarding in a box pulled in my stomach walked out of the shop with dignity.

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