the horse with the blue ears pulling the man around the park in a chariot
and it was big enough for me to run with my eyes closed.
took the advice of the man with the cigars that reminds me of Rick's friend from Casablanca "they grab Ungarte, then she walks in... well that's the way it goes. one in, one out."
the front of the house was being held up by trees that look like chandeliers by the red bridge a la cascine
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