[ Good morning, Mayfield. Anyone who wanders past 311 Miller this fine day will find a grey-skinned, candy-corn-horned little girl sitting on the lawn, fingerpainting on a pad of paper -- with blood from the squirrel carcass at her side.
Yeah.
At some point in the day, she'll be making a cheerful phone call. ]Umm, I have a question! If all humans
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