Can you take a picture of us? Get one the long way. Whatever. Excellent. I’m sorry that it’s low, it must be no but really don’t like fighting anymore, but they do sometimes. That’s too bad I’m on the bridge where the angel is. It’s a famous children’s book that takes place in Boston. Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.
And the Hurdy Gurdy man with the sad dog startles passerby with his music and awkward attempts at small talk in Hindi.
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