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Loman dose, 1926 |
10:10
When intoxicated, an ant will always fall over on its right side.
12:47
A giant, gigantic, large and rather huge weed has sprang up across in the hotel alley. It's a welcome change from grey frozen stone and dry brown cardboard. It's brought to the surface by humine urine to blossom like a rooted witch.
23:55
- They're calling it "the first 1916 parade in years".
Ninety years, I believe.
- They're a shower of baton-twirling, fracas-inciting scuts.
Scuts. The lot of them.