#Notebook #51

He walked down the street…a street paved by Victorian homes… old homes…homes made to withstand time…space..place..new faces and technology…homes that once were inhabited by merchants…governmental employees…civil servants … and now turned into fancy Bed and Breakfasts… and inside one of the homes … he saw her…sitting there…on her favourite chair…petting a Tuxedo cat…that was laying on her lap…longing for feminine attention on a cold winter night.
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