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de gustibus non est disputandum

sunday afternoon in newtown

A drunk old man in a leather biker jacket harasses some girls in the park. “Bloody Sheilas! Bloody Sheilas! I wish I was a Sheila. I’d know how to have some fun!” He drives the girls away before riding away on a razor scooter, his long white beard flying about in the wind.
A minute later, a small girl cries out “Mum, I just saw a wizard!”