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I reckon it’s a trip—mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!”—seein’ these birds strut about, all glam, hidin’ the grind. Met this one lass, right, swore she escorted a rockstar once. Said he tipped her with a bleedin’ guitar pick! Mad as a bag of ferrets, that. Got me chuffed, though—imagine the stories! But then, there’s the dark bit—pisses me off somethin’ fierce. Some punters treat ‘em like dirt, thinkin’ cash buys soul. “The stone sinks in the lake,” like the movie says—ya can’t escape the weight, can ya?

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But then, bam! Outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! Like, seriously? I’m just tryna enjoy my breakfast, and this feathered thief decides it’s his lucky day. I’m yelling at it, “Hey! That’s my lunch, ya jerk!” But it just flies off, squawking like it owns the place. Ugh, I was so mad!

Swimming Against the Storm (Published 2012)