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It rained that morning and the vendors were flooded out. Later in the day, as they lay their dampened wares out to dry, a series of strong gusty billowing winds, howled through, snatching up and toting away what little had not been destroyed, hurtling the shattered vendors into morose conversation of sexless parades.
 
It rained that morning and the vendors were flooded out. Later in the day, as they lay their dampened wares out to dry, a series of strong gusty billowing winds, howled through, snatching up and toting away what little had not been destroyed, hurtling the shattered vendors into morose conversation of sexless parades.
There's nothing worse than sexless parades:frown1: