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It’s a swinger squirrel. It sits in the feeder that is supposed to hold the seed blocks for the birds.

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It’s a swinger squirrel. It sits in the feeder that is supposed to hold the seed blocks for the birds.

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Please, someone, tell this squirrel that we paid $16 for the squirrel-baffle.

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“I don’t know where to start,” and the doctor put down the needle at an appointment for a biopsy. “This thing has to come out.” This Thing was my thyroid. “I normally don’t recommend it, but in your case, there is no way around.”

I act a lot like a squirrel. Nervous, quick movements throughout the day, and on sleepless nights I find myself sitting on the edge of the bed, staring into the darkness, studying the silhouettes of pictures, dogs, and other things, without actually looking at them.