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Flattened masses of dead ducks riddle my ten-mile route to school every morning.
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His note said: āIām sick of low attendance.ā
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It's dawn. It's quiet on the pond in the Public Garden. The light is calm, the pollution is mild, and everything is still,except for the occasional cruising taxi. It's the beginning of spring-- tulips out, leaves…
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The world is always changing, even if it's in several eras at once.
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...the loving and very painful hurt of our daily sustenance
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