I opened the sachet and climbed out (checking my Best Before Date as I did so), June was still downstairs surrounded by a fence of knitting as she prepared her walking about lunch. We came together and then parted again (like dentures in a bedside cup); I went out advertising a bed and breakfast vacancy in my back pocket while she went up the road cutting the day into almost identical lengths - there was one short piece left, which as usual I eventually got! Fast forward and the dog patrolled the dark side of the moon and I sat in the sun unravelling my ideas and then getting them entangled again; we went indoors when June came home in the mouth of a pelican and straight away wrote something in her address book that can only be read by people with Seville oranges for eyes.
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