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bats in

some chirping in the wall tells me they are back to winter over we assume they use magic to get in and will use magic to get out. meantime, we have very few mosquitoes in the warm weather just enough … Continue reading

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her indignant loud blather scrapes the sun-mottled sidewalk her practised syllables rippling through the shivering locust leaves the hoarse female cigarette voice accusatory rhythmical hard edged slices the hapless rough lout pushing the baby carriage as she pulls the wagon … Continue reading

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