"What are you doing back here?"
"Airport's not letting anything out."
"That's too many directors in the same room!"
"Not if we don't fight."
"Have you seen this one?"
"It's pretty funny."
"Night."
Said to be the sundial of savages, the shadows where one can read the absence of the thing represented. Only during daylight of course.
The woman in the correct-size high heels was leaving a trail of indents in the pine needle covered soil. Other women were working quietly...
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