I was coming back home down Saunders Ferry Road when I came upon a line of cars. I didn't know if there was maybe construction or a wreck and then I spied a line of ducks young and old crossing the street. They just kept coming, and coming, and coming. There must have been fifty of them. And we all sat and patiently waited for them to cross. Sometimes people are good and kind. Even in BFT.
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