+everyday as we walk to school, groups in pristine lab coats, smoking delicately
+tall tables in tiny cafes, proudly devoid of chairs, the perfect height for elbows supporting a shot-glass of expresso
+two men chasing pigeons from the ancient carvings about the doorway: one wielding a laser pointer, the other clapping two blocks of wood
+holy haste: a small alter boy with the big crucifix, hurrying to the back of the church
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