Saturday, 3 November 2012

The Wall was getting crowded and she knew it was time to clean up. The neighbours didn't like it much. She knew they were talking. They didn't like Him much either. He was around too often. What was he doing here anyway, the Poet. Why did he have to put down his Words on her perfect Wall every time he walked by. She stepped out, bucket in hand. She knew all of them by heart anyway.

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