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The amber setting sun cast long shadows from apartments in the outer borough. Steps of one building were lined with repurposed flower planters. The self-admitted, ponderous profound professor now wearing a tin foil hat smuggled a shiny steel can full of soil between a cracked teapot and old roller skates and then he turned to dash away.
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