"No past this time. What a pity. Do you have any glasses left?"
"Yes, three pairs that we might use on the grass in the middle of the Lane"
"Well, in that case I will hand you back these bifocals".
After the fog cleared up, the inventor and the model crossed the street. Weeks of extremely dry, hot weather had transformed the grass into hay.
"I can see by your face that you have something special in mind. Show me the glasses".
"Wow, these are real coke bottles, and the other two pairs look antique...."
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