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These goddamn robbins in my front yard keep fighting other birds for the space under my awning. For some reason that's prime nesting area and I've seen many a bloody melee because of it. I don't know what they are but these little tan and brown fuckers are always coming after it, one of 'em got his head all bloody yesterday. And the stupid things still fight over it even if I block up the place they want.
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Nonfamiliarity makes you scared to see the beauty in front of your eyes, you're thinking narrowly. Everything is an unpredictable occurrence if you've experienced everything except the purpose.
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