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https://www.drcarolineedwards.com/2024/09/18/dqmpky5z11i The next day I walked the dogs back to that same spot. By then I had completely forgotten about the entire incident. But once  I found this thing, lying on a nearby curb, I suddenly comprehended the rest of the scenario.

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https://www.parolacce.org/2024/09/18/v32zy5qcc Bet the artists, who no doubt performed an exagerrated recounting of my every reaction, would be surprised that I liked their work so much, I took it home and put it on display.