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A little bird, soft-looking yellow and grey feathers, dead on the ground. Apparently having hit the glass windows of the building at work. Its friends and family must be sad.
Headless carcasses in body-tight white plastic suits. No one else in the grocery store seems to think there's anything wrong with that. Glumness, walking through the aisles.
Baby don't walk yet but she sure crawls fast.
These dogs need a bath.
There are skies I've never seen, in the Southern hemisphere. Stars I've never seen.
"You sound like your mother." Ooh, insulting two people with one stone.
Headless carcasses in body-tight white plastic suits. No one else in the grocery store seems to think there's anything wrong with that. Glumness, walking through the aisles.
Baby don't walk yet but she sure crawls fast.
These dogs need a bath.
There are skies I've never seen, in the Southern hemisphere. Stars I've never seen.
"You sound like your mother." Ooh, insulting two people with one stone.
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