On our way to the car, coming from the mall, Moth suddenly grabs my arm and steers me around a bunch of snails.
Moth: Careful, snails!
Me: Oh look, some of them are already squashed.
Moth: Yes, but I wanted to save this one.
Me: Sure.
We continue walking for a moment.
Me: Not enough, though, to pick it up and carry it out of harm's way, eh?
Moth:
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