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Frogs with shells.

I had a dream last night that I was in a car wreck. The doctor amputated my hand afterward because it had gotten mangled up in the car. After the whole procedure was done he leaned down over me and told me that no hand meant no more music.

I do not like sleeping.

I ate lunch at the turtle pond today. It was nice. I watched a turtle try to climb his way up the rocks while I reviewed my notes from class. His turtle shell made it hard for him to deal with the edge of the rock. His little turtle nails clawed across the rock with turtle speed. What I can only assume was a freshman walked up to the pond with his friend. They pointed at the turtle and approached it. The turtle stopped moving. "You scared him." The friend said, sneering. The boy bent over and picked up the turtle roughly. "Let's help him up." He said, mockingly.

"Put the turtle down," I said. They looked across the pond at me. I lowered my notebook. "Now." The boy put the turtle down gently and the two walked away without saying anything. The turtle swam under the lily pads. It never tried to climb back up on the rocks.

Poor turtle.

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