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if it walks like a goose

If it walks like a goose and talks like a goose it might be a goose. I was confused because my mother and her friends' talk is loose. My brother waddles like one, when he is in their habitat, it is his way. I stared at the wizened man but did not answer him at all that day. Then two chubby geese waddled past and he asked “see what I mean?” The funny thing is, that one of the geese was my brother Gene. I kept my thoughts to myself and drank down my sweet cherry juice. But if it walks like and talks like a goose, it is not always a goose.

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