At three o'clock every afternoon pigeons perched on the balcony to eat the crumbs that scattered the old lady for her little friends. One day there were no more crumbs, but the pigeons came back in disbelief that it was all over for them and that this had become a habit hard to quit. At the end of the summer took off on that balcony and there was no longer the ticking of their steps.
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