...... He ran off, holding his face in his hands and when he emerged from the stalemate s stopped him for a second, turned to me and shouted "You bastard, you've farted nose." Then he disappeared into the void left without asking. When I returned with coffee, I found them all on the sidewalk. Some, head down, gave tickets to those who had bet on me. The eyes of my supporters shone with pride and respect they let me go into making me a guard of honor. I entered the bar and was paying a round and then I sneak away .......... click here to read the entire
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