:27:23
No one can read or write here. The wind
ripped the paper; I'm sticking it back.
:27:30
I put them up last years,
they were redder then.
:27:57
If you like good luck words,
I'll write a couplet for you.
:28:02
Good, but I haven't any red paper.
:28:07
Anyway, we can't read, and
our door frame isn't worth it.
:28:17
So men can sew...