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Not quite spring but not quite ready to be caged. There are too many of us fluttering about in here. Flapping our pages while the presenter flaps her jaws; the only beast-faced boredom present today. She is barking something important, but my eyes are on the birdseed tink!tank!ing on our equipment as it trickles down sporadically from the tear ducts of some unseen chorus, unsure of whether they want to cry or no. Obediently they await the maestro's cue. Meanwhile all the right angles grimace menacingly upon them, slicking their hair back and chewing their bubble-gum tough. But these buds bulging from the knobby branches of the apricots balk offense and boredom. “I will be everything all at once,” they smirk boldly, “you'll see.”
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