Sitting at the roof terrace, were the kinsmen and kinswomen of the curator. The curator had driven over one hundred and sixty kilometres to fetch his kinsfolk to come and tarry the night with him...
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Remember Mark
Weighing over one hundred and fifty kilogrammes, he could barely fit into that chair. The desk in the classroom, could barely contain him. The desk had to sit on his laps or he had to sit sideways...
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Driving into the city’s central station, I was watching out for the governor of words. He was supposed to be standing outside the station. It was a real summery day with a high of thirty degrees...
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