You are the two ducks that have attached themselves to the impromptu ecosystem afforded by the excessive sprinkling across the street, where a new building is supposed to break ground. I spotted y’all drinking from the puddles one morning while walking my dog. The next day, you took over the grassy lot that the new landlord is likely to raze. Long may you quack!
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