The cleaner unhooked the metal handle off the gate's hinges and walked over to Bernardo, thinking of how this women wrapped herself around the business of this, what seemed to be -drunken bastard-











"Well see ahhh, I can give you a hand", said the cleaner, "but I'll need to be back at the Park's conservatory in an hour." 



"Ah huh" , Sheila stated, her vision now, taking on landslides of double-triple vision.



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