I have never been better for wear. Hunch-backed, but not before the day sealed itself. That's how it left me. The immediacy, with which the blizzard descended on the pre-suburb, where I settled, made shuddering more justifiable. I am scared of snowfalls, you suppose, but this supposition is untrusworthy. We are, instead, always too close together - the yellow nylon doesn't like this fact. I succumb, because it provides warmth.

Something had happened at the corner. The whole range of corners was sealed, thus dooming the glass building inaccessible. Unfortunately, it had the best department store in the New Center. I gathered that the nearby shop started its sale on that occasion, and made sure to refuse their offer: all possible reasons why I might have acted like this meandered their way through my mind, just as the knobby-fingered lady was circling the entrance to the underpass.

A package of tea smelled of plastic and duplicates. Yes, that was, indeed, a perfect excuse for leaving the package where it stood, and not carrying it to the belt.

The person speaking wore black sportswear. I wore the face of divine practicality, but that accent was one of the most unstylish ones I'd had. Hell of an accent, and with epithets, too.