the restaurant without an ounce of guile. The door opened and out of the corner of my eye I spied an apparition of Aran meets Fair Isle knitted in the shape of a tepee. Hard on her heels was a man closely resembling a yeti, all hair and no shape. I watched in total awe at the complete and utter lack of self consciousness as they settled down to enjoy their meal, happy in their own skin and each other. The true mark of genuine eccentrics. Oh how I admired them!
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