From my house I look out on a park with a large pond where the neighborhood children regularly throw out rods and catch nothing: the local carp do not want to bite that way. The weather is nice. If it suddenly starts to rain, a mother quickly comes to bring the jackets of some angles. A neighborhood father also makes a contribution. He brings an umbrella. By car.
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