belabo
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We'd walk to school year round but I always remember those dark autumn mornings. We would walk in darkness until the sun rose behind the clouds and threw its diffuse illumination over everything all at once. I never wanted to put a laundered shirt on in the morning and the calm light would only make me more restless. I wanted to take huge, looping steps. As though I was trying to run on the moon. He was always the calm one. We would steal empty milk bottles from our neighbour's doorsteps and walk down the road throwing them high in the air to each other. The transparency of the bottle merging with the colourless sky before reappearing and falling back into our hands. When I fumbled I would start running before it even hit the floor. I'd feel the glass fragments tapping on the back of my polyester trousers and look back to see him walking. Hands in his pockets and his tie tucked in. He was the patient one. He looks after the herd, checks the soil chemistry and the calves, tweaks the humidity and temperature with a thermoregulator so sluggish it takes days to move the dew point by a degree. I don't have the patience for it. I was always more comfortable running away from the smashed bottle than waiting for it to land. That's why I prefer to be out here at the sharp point of distribution. Dealing with you, the happy customer.
Do we deliver? Well of course, we can deliver to every sub level of this city. That's never been the question, forgive me; The question is whether we will deliver to you.
Brother 1 wearing Swedish Workwear suit, 6876 shirt
Brother 2 wearing Puma jacket, Maharishi snopants, Bagjack NXL and Adidas Climachill Sonic Boost AL
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