Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4567194-20150407014448/@comment-4567194-20150407015615

The hedgecat stopped sipping her espresso. She looked particullarly at the white fox in the red coat, she then glanced back at her latte, and her phone to check the time. It was 1:12 past miday. Newspapers were blowing in the wind with the old autumn leaves from last fall. One newspaper, about this woman, who looked similar to the young lady sipping the espresso, landed on the fox's shoes.