I BROKE THE BOUNDS
AT MAMBERG HILL
Running like a hound across a
level field, five men escaped into
the night. There was little noise,
and only a few people even noticed;
but no one cared. It would be a new
day, and new age, for them, and
they could have it. I was scrambling
eggs in that metal bowl I use for that.
I like the rounded bottom, and the
sound the scratching fork makes
upon it, scrambling. Funny, I
chuckled; those men are
scrambling too.
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