Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
Sometimes it's a scurry to re-establish bounds of formality especially with so much water under the bridge.
But we must
"Please, uh, just call me George. And this is my wife." "Nice to meet you." Offered a cigarette, wife said, ...
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