A young man was strolling down a street in South London.
As he passed a large building with a fence around it,
he heard a group of people chanting "Thirteen, thirteen,
thirteen, thirteen" over and over again.

Curious, he tried to see over the fence, but couldn't.
Then he spotted a knot in the wood, and put his eye to
the hole. He just managed to spy some old people sitting
in deckchairs chanting, before a finger came out of nowhere
and poked him in the eye. As he staggered back, the old
people started chanting, "Fourteen, fourteen, fourteen, fourteen..."
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