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my mom's green raleigh bicycle had a child seat mounted on the back. she peddled, i watched everything pass by at 12 miles an hour. we once rode through a park and passed a small brick structure barely wider than the door attached to it. I asked my mom what was in the building. she told me that that was where they kept all the insects, and that i should never open the door.
thinking back, it must have been a tool shed. i believed what she told me for a long time.
a couple weeks ago giant fluffy white snowflakes gently drifted downward, delicately landing on the grass. a rare event in dallas. my son was very excited and woke me up to tell me about the snow. he asked if we could go outside to catch the flakes on our tongues. i told him those were the flesh eating snowflakes that devoured our cat.