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After that fiasco, I decide to hit up the park by the Bonyhád River. It’s beautiful there, with trees and all that nature stuff. I plop down on a bench, trying to catch my breath. Just when I think I can relax, a squirrel runs up to me. I swear it looked like it was plotting something. I’m like, “What do you want, little dude?”

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