Go easy on the ants my boy or soon they will be creeping out from your other end. Is that how my granddad died? I saw ants coming out of every orifice? Damn, boy he was roadkill not an eating disaster. Roadkill? You mean he used to kill ants on the road? Nope boy, he got run over by the angry metal boxes on wheels. He was a bit deaf and lacked your speed to have crossed their path. Shut up and have your ants. Don't make aunt Armadillo wait. Ok mom. These low fat red ants taste better than the black ones. Slurrrrrp. Boy, what did I tell you!
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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