The lady herself was reasonably removed from the community that had formed in her local streets and alleyways. Not aware that in holes and crevices, in cupboards and backboards all around her that secret meetings and arrangements were being made. The lady continued on with her daily life. Routines of cups of tea, trips to corner store and the local park were undisturbed by the community's advancing plots. But, from time to time, she stopped and stared, when they got sloppy. The occasional whisper met her ears, the occasional scurry made her turn her head and on the last day, when a large crash came from the bathroom, the lady dropped her tea in her lap.
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Friday, July 3, 2009
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