Reality and the Man Who Wore A Bra

It was a sunny Saturday morning and Reality was lurking in a hydrangea bush whilst it stared through the blinds of Steve’s humble first floor apartment. The blinds were drawn, which dissuaded most prying eyes, however to Reality, the spaces between the blinds were as wide as the rings of Saturn and it could see Steve as clearly as if they had been standing no more than a carbon atom’s breadth apart from one another.

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