When it rains, the necessary personal footpath space suddenly doubles, enforced with the spiky tips of umbrella spines.
Hurrying through five o'clock foot traffic suddenly resembles trying to run a pin-striped gauntlet carrying a tray of drinks.
Alas! this blog is
no longer where it is at.
Onwards! (Back to home.)
It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.
When it rains, the necessary personal footpath space suddenly doubles, enforced with the spiky tips of umbrella spines.
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