There are people in the shadows around the police station. It is half past six and still dark.
Perhaps the night shift has ended, there are cars coming and going from the parking place to the rear of the station.
Put on the mask, visit the bakery, buy a roll
The car is still there where it had been left on Friday. Nobody has attached a note to it , none of the parking police, the traffic wardens, have paid any attention to it. That is good, despite the fact that it had not been perfectly parked. The rule - not less than five metres from the junction, and this was only three. But it seems to have been all right.
It will be sad to dump the small black car, even though it runs so well.
There are just too many faults,
and it would not pass any safety
inspection.
The short visit to the bakery on the way is causing the car to
be filled with the smell of fresh rolls.

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