Poisonous
One night I spent the night with my friend Cynthia in her castle-like mansion of Hanover. I threw my stuff in her brother's trunk and he drove me home. She calls me up about an hour later to tell me a pair of my underwear must have fallen out onto her driveway. It was laying right next to a bird. A dead bird. He had a piece of my underwear in his mouth.
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