I just have to say that I love the way the world works: You get up on your bicycle in the morning and start pedalling. You pedal and pedal and hit a rock which tou then curse. While your attention is on cursing the rock, I truck loses it's driver to a fit and would have hit you if you had not hit the rock. Now the rock becomes the saviour and the beloved. Nice little pet rock.
That's all I have to say about End Street today.
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