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Fishing in France Dangling a rope from the third floor eventually catching a mattress cross-tied obliquing the street at full stretch. Stuck in a plane tree for a bit until further hands emerge from a window. A lucky bounce on the wall? A wind gust? It spins itself right and inserts as neatly as a coin in its intended slot to general acclamation from the street. Now for the fridge.