I was reluctant to walk down King street last night as I was heading to Gould's. You see, it's a musty second-hand bookshop that I feel perhaps is not somewhere to be seen on a Friday night. Conveniently I found myself in tow of a lady and her huge head of curly red hair. So I walked very closely behind her for the most part of King. Who needs a moustache and hat?
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