TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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Only I fell in love with a bird on the way to the thrift shop. He had a florescent mohawk and bright orange cheeks. He got off his perch and sidled up to my face behind the glass, while I looked at his face through the glass, eye to eye, cheek nearly to cheek. It was the nearly that almost killed me.
P.S. This lady is magick! www.babydinosaureyes.com