Excuse me, said the moon. I’ll just put the kettle on.
Kleinzeit nodded. The day knocked three times at his eyeballs.
Morning for Mr Kleinzeit, said the day.
I’m Mr Kleinzeit, said Kleinzeit.
Sign here, please.
Kleinzeit signed.
Thank you very much, sir, said the day and handed him the morning.
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