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Wind That Blew Like Jogging Pigeons
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The Wind that Blew like Jogging PigeonsA Short Storyby AnonymousSonya Khan looked at the minuscule banana in her hands and felt jumpy. She walked over to the window and reflected on her derelict surroundings. She had always loved snooty Liverpool with its queasy, queenlike quarries. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel jumpy. Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mark Gump. Mark was a brave teacher with solid fingers and fat lips.
