good.
There's a bundle of rags stumbling towards me along the street.
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| You can only tell if it's night or day by the quality of the dark. It's night now. Cold rain tonight. Moving off towards the square, water leaking in through my boots, penetrating my coat, stinging my face. It's a bad one tonight. The stench is winning it's battle with the rain. Not many people about, good. There's a bundle of rags stumbling towards me along the street. |
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