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As I walk through the park, I notice the children’s whispers and stares. Could it be they see what their parents cannot? Are the points of my ears peeking out from my hair? Eve
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Once upon a time, there lived a happy salmon who wished he was a bird. He longed for this more than anything he’d ever wanted before in his pitifully short life. Suddenly one d
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