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“There are bars on the windows.”
He made the curt observation with no regard to the sentence he had been right in the middle of and no true consideration to the person that was closest to him to hear his declaration. It was such an absurd attention to detail, yet that was the special brand of detail Basil was notoriously known for making. He stared at the bars on the windows. Nothing out of the ordinary to the design of a brick-structured building, but Basil made point to give it a stare. He tilt his head some to the left. Then over to the right. “ Bars on the windows....” He repeated out loud once more. A soft crease in his brow was busy challenging the idea, deep in thought. Bars on the windows. Why? After a long pause Basil rose his voice again.
“Would you happen to know why those windows have bars on them? Considerably, I don’t understand why anyone would put a prison in the middle of a lively town, which is why i’m certain that’s not a jailhouse at all. Is it a day care by chance?” Despite his briskly paced musing his last question was asked with a slight tone of jest to it. His expression remained unchanged however, still relaying his seriousness on the matter. “That would certainly win a vote of confidence with parents seeking a spot to leave their children.”