A flock of small birds flew over me that night in Doncaster.
I waited at the bus stop and the bus looked old-fashioned but about to stop, but when I peered in, there were horses inside.
Later, in the town centre, a gang of boys doing wheelies took over the road and passed me.
I waited at the bus stop and the bus looked old-fashioned but about to stop, but when I peered in, there were horses inside.
Later, in the town centre, a gang of boys doing wheelies took over the road and passed me.
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