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[x_xo_o]

When I was younger, I found this duck. His Mama was long gone. I named him Duck Duck. He used to chase me in the field behind my Grandma's house, with his wings all spread out. He would follow me, running after me, trying to fly. He couldn't though, because no one ever taught him how. He died though. I'm pretty sure my uncle fed him turpentine.

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[unforgivinghell]

Aww, who is this about?

[x_xo_o]

just a silly silly boy