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- Brer
- Seguin, Texas, United States
- I'm a sixty year old man, enjoy reading imaginative literature, am as poor as a church-mouse, and in ill-health. Other than that, I'm fine.
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Yesterday I was reading meters all over the zoo and Brackenridge Park. I walked out into this one place where there no people and there was a big flock of black vultures just sitting around on the ground and picnic tables. I walked right by them, like within 10 feet or so, and none of them flew away. They just glared at me.
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