The tyre tracks were left here by an unknown event that took place some days ago. It's a message, written in the language of burnt rubber.
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The tyre tracks were left here by an unknown event that took place some days ago. It's a message, written in the language of burnt rubber.
The driver proceeded to back out of the yard, barely stopping before hitting the adjacent building...
Yes. And ended up half-sunken in the sea. You must have been drunk when you left off.
No, these tracks are not interesting at all. Let the street sweeper just sweep them away.
The tracks are as they have ever been. A bit more worn, perhaps. Fortunately, the street sweeper still hasn't noticed their presence.
...and then accelerated straight into the fence. Left a hole big enough for the Franconigerian cavalry, according to the cafeteria manager.
...and then accelerated straight into the fence. Left a hole big enough for the Franconigerian cavalry, according to the cafeteria manager. (Why that pang of guilt again?)
Some of that rubber stuck to the tiles right in front of the Whirling-in-Rags. This is point A. The driver started there...
Hmm hmm hmm... I'm sure we didn't get everything. There's always something...
Try 40. The damage is so extensive it's better to err on the young side.
From wounds sustained over two, maybe more decades. Dispersal and accumulation indicates long and active combat duty.
Would it be a good idea to cut the knot, instead of the belt? Seems the more conservative approach...
Moreover, the boots were size 37. Tiny. There are too many discrepancies in all this.
That's correct. There is no visibility of any of the others.