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You're scanning recently made known York radio in your of advanced age Honda on the Saw Mill Parkway headed southerly around Hastings where the snow-swollen river
angles up near traffic and my the creator you've got four webbed feet gliding right in impudence of your face practically landing upon your windshield,
and you flinch and close up your eyes, your heart's percussive, and they've got the steadiness to say honk. Then you're fishing near Muscoot Farm
with a young angler who's dead now, this time you're shirt-free in the dusk and he's scared someone might descry your small breasts, when that V
arrives from places southerly ...