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The scene is set for whatever transpires...
A window, wet and streaked by rain, condensated pane. On the sill a cheap necklace, sock & ashtray. Filled to the brim, with fag ends, Smouldering.
There are only one hundred real people in the world, the rest are cardboard cut-outs.
Perhaps you are one?
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