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I was in for a surprise this morning when I stepped into the backyard and began to hear the nearby clucking of a chicken. It was one of those "hey, I've never heard a chicken shouting out here before," moments. That sounds better than "getting complacent again, and, for all I know, continuing to assume that my memory is an objective record of my
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