The Surrender
Looking out of the office window I noticed that someone had hung a white sheet on a stick out the window of one of the houses. It was blowing gently between the satellite dish and the biggest shrub in the garden like a white flag of surrender. I wondered if the kid in the vest and pants who is always pressing himself up against the narrow slatted window had learned a sign.
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