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Summary/Abstract: Our new neighbour sprang a surprise on us. Sprang is a good word. Sprang on us. As if he'd come from nowhere. He made me think of the snowman in the children's riddle, They call me a man, but I've no wife, they gave me a body but not a life, and so on. Only this was no snowman, he was a man. A fellow. One proper stallion. By that I mean to say he exuded masculine sexuality. He wasn't standing under the window but on the terrace of a red-brick villa. The villa was opposite. Opposite, by that I mean on the other side of the street. I mention it only for the sake of order.

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