I’m sitting on a bench drinking a gigantic iced coffee and reading poetry. A squirrel appeared on the tree right next to me and looked into my eyes. I said, softly: “Bro...” We maintained eye contact for a few long seconds. We bonded in that tiny eternity. And then it took off.
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I miss him already.
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