Last night I walked into a supermarket and past a teenager with wild eyes. He was chugging something sugary. With one hand, he chucked the empty plastic bottle onto the pavement; in the other, he cradled a live deer. The deer was for sale. It had wild eyes, too. It looked at me but I looked away. Never lock eyes with something you know is about to end up in someone's soup.
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New Yorker leaves San Francisco for Liberia just to throw everyone off.
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Sorry, bunny. I thought of you.
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