The match is on, streets deserted, setees bowing under oversized bottoms. Well at least they will have something to talk about tomorrow. The art of conversation would be dead without "the match", sorry ... I forgot about "the weather".
Sims figures scurrying around ... "got to empty the shelves of bread and milk coz, who knows, it might just snow" The retired creating their own whirlpool of to-ing and fro-ing, just to fill the gap before eternal retirement.
I should move home, but am held to ransom by a mortgage .... or am I? There surely must be other options, but would my shadow disappear if I dared step outside my comfy environs.
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