Brief description of three people (a sort of a story)
There are two people in the park. A man and woman. He is tall. How tall is he? He's taller than her. She is wearing a plaid skirt, it resembles a school uniform skirt. But one can tells that there's been a while since she didn't go a school. Both of them like to smoke. They were smoking when I realized that he had a purple, almost black, bruise in his left cheek. Every now and then she blows out the smoke to kiss his face, just on the bruise. When I come to the park it was a quarter past 10, now it's 11 o'clock. They probably know I'm looking at them with special interest. She probably thinks I'm a weirdo, but he doesn't. I'm sure, he doesn´t mind of me. He doesn´t have to, for if he has lived long enough in the neighborhood, he must know me and my customs; if not, he'll.