This afternoon on the street I heard a man talking on the phone; he was on his bike and was talking about putting something on paper and that there should be a note. He tilted his head to put his ear to the phone.
Yet he had both hands on the wheel. Only when he passed me did I see a girl sitting on the back, wearing a backpack, holding the phone to her father’s ear with her arm raised and her right hand.
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