And so she came back, the chubby dame in the designer sweat suit, but this time she came already armed with a big stick that she was swinging wildly at the barking and mystified mutts, her not very attractive face set in a grim, determined look.
And I gave up.
Ignorance and fear are powerful forces, and she has both in abundance.
She is here but for a short time; the mutts and I live here, and we will survive this.
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She's just like the germans at the beach of wertern Jylland. Building small fortress of stones, and adding signs saying - private - on a public beach.
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