I dropped by a standalone ice cream shop called Bruster’s over in Morrow this afternoon, ostensibly to grab myself a chocolate shake. While I was waiting for them to make it I spotted a lizard-like orange foot around the corner from the ordering window. Peering around that corner I saw a pigeon standing patiently on the curb like he was waiting on a bus. He looked over at me nonchalantly like a Disney character might do. Then I spotted the tag on his ankle….
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