A wizened man in Ghandi pants looked at the travel DVD player. "He was," the man searched for the word by taking the thinking man pose, standing up. One that never sits down like Buddha. "Show me," a well-known journalist in the movies pulled him gently but firmly to a two foot clearing between people with their backs to each other. She mimed filming. He acted the man. (i)The man had a sachel.
"Or a briefcase baby,"
(i)He had swords pointed at him. But, but the sachel was stuck to him(i)
"Oh, I know it was baby."
(i)Others, apes? Another group maybe came with rocks and the man got on his knees and(i)
"We know baby. We know why everybody in this old world prays. Right baby?!"
(i)the man took a pen from, oh it was a fancy man with a suitcoat, took a pen from his pocket, his breast pocket, and motioned for a rock(i)
(i)ha, ha, ha(i) "She said breast." Guy covered his mouth. "It was real loud in my ear." The woman tyrned the filming toward him and he yawned and stood up straight.
She made the keep going, keep going hand sign to the man telling the story. (i)The man motioned for a rock and peace, no TWO men wouldn't let go of the rock. Man gave them his watch. They put the rock down. Man showed stuck to sachel, the other two picked up rock, and(i)
The crowds started backing up. The woman went to the man, mimed putting the camera on the ground, and helped the man act what had happened. Just as a Hasidic Jew fell backwards over the man telling the story, she stood up and flashed a compact with a mirror then started saying, "They picked the lock." Over and over until a live TV crew skinnied through to her.
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