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A pulsing in his temple (led Crepidious onwards).
This time he was sure of it,
but, nevertheless, he held back,
just in case.
What was this one for?
Where had it led him?
A very (very!) thin one to the left drank her liquid...
Oh! she is thin.
And to the right two shadows stride over, intent on something.
Don't know what...
A flapping skirt.
A working man.
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