Away up on the hillside was the little country railway station. I've left mine on the spikes of the New Prison, and must borrow yours. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. "Yes … but dreadfully tired. “I am going to ignore it.
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