At dusk, in the park at the end of my block, on any given summer’s eve, the gray squirrels turn into rats. I don’t know why they do this, and I don’t mind. If a squirrel by day would rather be a rat by night, or vice versa, it makes no difference to me.
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Wednesday, January 7, 2009
It Makes No Difference To Me
At dusk, in the park at the end of my block, on any given summer’s eve, the gray squirrels turn into rats. I don’t know why they do this, and I don’t mind. If a squirrel by day would rather be a rat by night, or vice versa, it makes no difference to me.
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