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Date: 01 October 2007 02:29:59
This morning as I strolled down the bush track the man who Pooka tried to round up last week approached. I was a bit apprehensive because I thought he might be angry. But we exchanged pleasantries and all was well. Pooka was on her Chain of Oppression so there were no concerns about her doing her nutso routine today. He overtook me, due to him not having a dog that likes sniffing everything. In fact, he doesn't have a dog at all!
I trundled along behind him and saw a lady approaching from the other direction. As the approaching lady and the man drew closer, they both raised their right hands. I thought that maybe they had some "gimme five!" routine... or perhaps it was an extended hand-shake manoeuvre. They met, hands made contact, an object was transferred!!! Heroin? Cuban cigars? Swiss bank account details?
A door key.