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The little bird hopped up onto my window sill. Then, to my surprise, it began to hail. And not just any hail, but among the stones, frogs and bugs came down hard into my mouth. They actually tasted better than I expected. Maybe I should try frying or barbecuing a missionary, just like the natives of Hispaniola did when they came to new york to do a Broadway musical. The ghost of Liberace smiled at me. I blushed.
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