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| Mr Squirrel, I notice that when I see you on the road, you always dart back and forth at the last moment, risking getting hit. Why is that? | |
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| Itmightbebecause I'msonervousor becauseIdoubt myselfathelast momentandthink "MaybeIcouldgoleft ormaybeIcouldgo rightormaybeIcould gobothways." | |
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| ThenI'mstuckinthe oftheroadandIcan't decidewhichway isbetterbecause theybothlookso goodonpaperand... | |
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| *squish* Believe me, if I didn't sit on him, someone would have hit him with their back tire. | |
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