We keep a spare key in a sensible place.
The sensible place is now a mystery.
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All smilesThe sensible place is now a mystery.
I walked it twice. The errand could wait.
The strollers had the right of way, and the trail agreed.
The clock tower watched, on time, as usual.
The meter and I began a brief relationship.
Hartz Avenue already knew.
The fountain was working harder than my errand.
So was the conversation on the sidewalk in front of it.
The oaks were used to it.
The trail had footnotes.