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March 19, 2005



Mr. Seagull, how are you doing? You look pretty cocking your neck, don't you? But I won't be deceived. I know your true character. You are a kind of dinosaur. You are badly-behaved, pooping on my balcony, crying loudly seeking food in the morning when I'm enjoying sleeping, and flying away without any gratitude if I give you food. It's a waste of your time to visit my balcony. I'll never give you any food anymore.

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