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I always have and always will to my dying day say that I would love to be a buzzard, up there on the thermals, peace and quiet, no stress except for the occassional crow, just a wonderful existence, I would even put up with raw meat (eeewww) just for that quietness and calm. Heaven. Fi. X X X X
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There is light at the end of the tunnel... And it isn't a train.
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