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In the twilight of the warm afternoon, a bird flew lazily over us, a reminder of why I couldn’t have done things any differently. We were sitting at different tables in the same restaurant, eating the same dish but tasting it differently without realizing it. 249 ord igjen
My Victorian crime book, The Barker’s Dozen: Reminiscences of an Early Police Dog is now available on Smashwords, at a ridiculously low price.
I unhitch my bike with relative ease. In a brisk two handed movement I have spun the chain. One hand securing the bottom at the base and my right hand rotating upward in concentric circles, allowing the momentum of the heavy chain to guide the movement. 1 028 ord igjen