I tried not to make any sharp moves. The gang of pigeons [the good feathers] waited for their fearless leader to deal his death blow. They must be from Jersey, because they sport that cold Turnpike steer.. The last "kooo" I would ever know upon walking outside of my 3 story mansion (witch I share with 14 other house guests)..
They've been watching, and waiting...
Waiting for me to make that one mistake.
I'm on my own now..
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