A girl, probably 8 or 9, is stood outside a shop, crying her eyes out in a heartbroken way. A spiffy looking gentleman is seen coming towards her. He consoles her and goes into the shop. She imagines he is going to buy her a box of chocolates. Instead, the gentleman emerges and hands her a box of handkerchiefs.
The girl bursts into teas again.
Malcolm D B Munro
Monday 23 September, 2919
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