M180 dreams

Heading out towards IKEA Sheffield Cathedral my thoughts skipped a beat.

I still struggled to reverse time as we moved along the tarmac, whilst I, tried in vain to ignore yet another serving of dull pain.

A middle-aged bloke with his wife stared at the young family breaking bread to the East of the Nordic Fruit Water.

She noted that the lampshades needed dusting in the café of clutterment..



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