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It was in the city of Paris that I stumbled across a most peculiar sight. As tourists are wont to do, I was meandering through the undergrowth of the Bois de Boulogne, itself technically outwith the bournes of the city, when towards me stumbled a man and a woman. I would say man, but this specimen possessed something strange and inexorable in his eye, his gait that of an absinthe-soaked septuagenarian in the body of a twenty-something man. His look was wild, something from the windswept plains… Continue