
And he's walking the grass again. He just paces, back and forth, back and forth. And pushing that huge loud thing in front of him. He pays so much attention - this must the the 2nd time in as many months that he's done this - to the grass. Sheesh. I've seen it, sat in it. Its nothing special. But he treats it with such special care, making sure each blade turns a golden brown color. It makes me sick the attention it gets that I don't get. So sometimes, I eat it.
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