I'm tired of doing nothing

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Wingham was one of the big towns; an old fashioned town that looked like 1900 London with concrete buildings, horse-drawn carriages and a few cars moving along the tarred roads and men and women fashionably dressed in suits and long dresses respectively, with special accessories to help enhance their look; tops hats and canes for the men and fancy hats and umbrellas for the women. Walking down the street, looking rather out of place due to the different kind of clothes they had on, Lila, William and Erizon reached the museum, and when they went inside, they made their way up the stairs to the history section where they found an old man of about seventy years of age carefully dusting a miniature model of the ancient Roman Coliseum. It was a few minutes away from closing time and so there w

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