There are cats in my neighborhood that are extraordinary in size. They fight, scratch and scream. One in particular inspires me to write a rock opera in his honor. He is missing an eye ball and his fur is the strangest color pink and creamy orange. His head is the size of a cantelope in July, and his testicles drag the asphalt. I call him "Peaches"...
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I really love your peaches, wanna shake your tree?
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