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The morning commute continues to diversify.
"At the height of breeding season, mature office towers release vast clouds of paper gametes into the prevailing winds."
The pigeons weren’t fooled, but the real one kept asking if they wanted to "inspect his pedestal."
It had been warned to stop picking fights with bigger buildings.
Apparently caring for a head baby is exhausting.
Run pasta boy, run!
I respect the commitment. I have concerns about downstream logistics.
They kept asking him if he was sure he hadn’t parked in both realities.
As promised, the Sock Siren lured the hipsters out of the neighborhood. But at what cost?
He’d had enough of coin-wishing. Time to try some wish-fishing.
