The neon colored roof top leads to some people merrily talking about tales from the present, the future and sometimes the past. Like the past has no more effect, like none of them were ever wounded or hurt. They keep coming. In half dozens. Then, dozens. Three dozens. The air thus sometimes gets stuffy. But, the neon colored roof top has a magic that none can explain, none can decipher. Then, one day,..

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