Standing in the shadow of the impressive Gothic building with arcs and cobbled pathway, Stanley's haughty gaze slowly caressed the behemoth structure. He was elated to have made an outright purchase when the other merchants just dreamt to own it in the distant future.
The deal had to be inked and was only a formality. Stanley lifted the diamond studded gold pen to sign the legal documents when felt the chill and his tweed
“Get up, you lazy-bone Stanley. Who will sweep the pathway?” the old man with an empty bucket hollered.
My unrealised dream, sigh, concluded Stanley.
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