Saturday afternoon. Blue skies and golden sun pouring through the windows. They stayed in the weekend before last. He was sick. Then it rained during the week. She got what he had. They stayed in the weekend after that. The weather was perfect now. To go out. To take a long walk through the city. Window shop. Pick up items on their eternal list of items to pick up. They thought about it. Talked about it. Gazing at the sky and the clouds floating by.
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