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It was late June and the sun arose on a "desert" as big a cats sand box. Three nomads walked through the "desert" with their feet dragging behind them. Sand flew up into the air as they went. The three Nomads each had a bag about as big as an airhead has after going shopping. They could see cars in the distance, red ones, green ones, and some that were white with red poker dots. They always wondered, when the white cars with red poker dots came past, if it was a car or a hobo with a very big hankie. After a long tiring journey they came to Brighton pier but then fell to the floor when they saw a train that went along the seaside. One of the "Nomads" stood there with mouth wide open and ran into the sea. The next thing the other two knew, there were bubbles coming from the water. "I'm guessing he's dead." Said one "Yep." Replied the other, "want to join him?" So they did. And before nightfall they were all floating across the sea, while sea creatures nibbled at their flesh. |
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