In the city where I live, I am a white sheet. There are also tabs pink, blue, green, violet and gray. In addition there are many others who do not have to be identified. The city is silent but not sleeping at night and wake up the day back his frenetic activity. The chips we know our daily walk and walk the boxes until we reach our destination. We spent the morning from home to home, often out of our way established any news that usually comes to touch tone phone. In the city many of us already know many of us know. And if not, the color of the card tells us what to play. The information is transmitted by joint, in writing or by word of mouth. As always, the gossip flying at the speed of lightning and the information is more beyond. Many who would like to find out no revolving door. Some have been transformed in the corridors Robinson, bearded, headbangers, stick with the dropper as spear and creeping into slippers. Things are going well. The chips swarming and pecking at the lockers are a goal. The Robinson leave his island without looking back. Late afternoon and blow lamp watch the horizon seals. All we care the tranquility of my city.
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