meeting place and two scruffy Clyde boys in the backseat shaved the five o'clock shadow off the third Clyde in the front seat. The passenger wasn't quite awake after a long last leg the night before. The driver turned the radio all the way down and coo'd, made your pancakes honey, then the towel wiped away two slicks of cream left on the face. "Is it time to get up?" Pancakes, butter, and hot syrup. The man started drooling. Driver cranked the radio as two palms smacked the man's cheeks. "AWAKE!" He hollered.
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
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