"What are we going to do with these things, mate?"

      He moved his box sideways as he did have his way with the words:

      "I haven't figured out yet. I'm sure that we both haven't had figured out."

      "Uhmmm, say we put them in a cage?"

       "To some extent a good idea. I can't really be sure though."

       He passed the other man a cigarette as that one fiddled with his chest pocket to get what he would kindle the cigarette with. He did know that that would hurt. He had been told over and oftentimes by the doctor. That had become more of an illusion to him. He didn't need it. He would figure things out himself and would of course be responsible for anything that did happen to him. He would do ex

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