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And sure, he had heard some of it, from afar. Brought by the wind. Sound mixed with labour, sweat and lager. He could see a pub on the other side of the street. Would have gone in if it wasn't for the curiosity of finding out what ice sounds like. Meta would have thought it to sound cold in fact. Like a horn, only clearer and more distinct. He had sat down by now and was expecting rain at any time. The moon was high above him allowing peripheral vision. A tarty girl strolled past shoeless in diminutive clothes.
- Excuse me, what's the best kinda ring you ever got?
- Never did get one darling....