Chunder and horses
February 7th 2011 The boula bus drifts into the wind swept bus station, the dirt steams from the wheels and locals in heavy jackets and parkas, their heads turned away from the cutting rain scatter before it lugging suitcases and shepherding small children.
The doors open and a man steps out, clad in brilliant bright blue Bermudas, his toes already blueing from exposure and his private parts retreating from the
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