So I had a dream (that i wasn’t even in) about two sisters who were immortal. They lived with all of these older, immortal people. The people were mean to squirrels and they would like, catch a squirrel and beet it with sticks. So, sensing danger, the sisters ran away and tried to start a new life.
Then I woke up and walked outside. I had left my car window down and a bird had flew inside and pooped on my dashboard.
true story.
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