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a real life by David Fishkind |
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It’s after three o’clock and we are sitting on the grass. We have more Arizona. I have Mucho Mango. We miss Sylvia. Jon sits over on the other side. I wish I was tripping says Jon. We don’t say anything. A raccoon runs by. And then climbs a tree. And then runs by again. And I’m looking and I’m laughing and I’m thinking how does a raccoon live in Boston? The raccoon and I make eye contact. The raccoon says life is tough and I say I know raccoon and the raccoon runs away through the bushes behind a dumpster a college student just urinated on.
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