That's even more brazen than the tent I saw last month.
Yesterday I spotted a purse and turned around to check it out. (Not as easy on the trike!) It was nearly empty and pretty tattered. I was going to take it with me anyhow just because it was litter in the park. But then I noticed nearby a needle and a Catholic figurine (didn't investigate which). Slightly freaked out by this combination of idolatry and indecency, I decided to leave it all there. Some other riders approached as I left and I wondered if they were suspicious of me, having just dropped a purse that wasn't mine, but they said nothing.
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Genesis 49:16-17
"Well, well!" said Holmes, impatiently. "A good cyclist does not need a high road. The moor is intersected with paths and the moon is at the full."