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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A vagrant squirrel navigates his kingdom of cracked asphalt~ Sudden rain slicked the park bench's peeling green paint as he rattled past, king of his grocery cart chariot ~ overflowing hull crammed with glossy brown treasure, each nut a testament to frantic, twitching hoarding. His beady eye judged a passing Labrador's indifference: Fool! Winter's coming, and my cart's already paid for.
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