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My favorite kind of juice is pineapple juice. I was thinking about that today. Kind of funny how that worked out. I went to the store and bought a gallon of pineapple-orange juice the other day. I've been taking sips from it all day. When I was in Mexico they had fresh pineapple juice. "Una piƱa." You'd say. Then they would bring you a glass of pineapple juice. It was good. I tried to eat a whole pineapple one time, but my tongue started to hurt and I couldn't taste anything for a few days.

It was a bad idea.

I took a walk today. I saw a grackle eating a gecko. It made me sad. I also saw a group of women huddled around a forgotten wallet as a bus stop. They were too scared to open the wallet to see who it belonged to, so they poked at it with a pen and wondered what they ought to do. I can't remember what else I saw.

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