Lyle is an affable soul. Hard to get to know though. In that we have a lot in common.
He is losing his distrust for me. It helped when I produced some food to feed his pigeons.
There are shelves under this bridge as there were with the second. An ideal arrangement in which to set up living quarters and a pigeon cote.
Lyle was so busy tending his charges, he did not notice the mass exodus from the city. And the posted toxic warnings kept the area around him free from curiosity.
Our conversation convinces me that he knows the right direction.
So I blurted out the question to him. Did he want to accompany me? Again I wait.
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