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| Just listening to the cicadas. You know they are amazing creatures. | |
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| They pop up in their teen years, fall madly in love, dance like crazy, and are dead within weeks. | |
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| Speaking of which, that gives me an idea for a play. I'll even name it after you, Romeo! | |
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