Ravings of a Textual Deviant

The mutisymptom cold medicine was just crossing the blood-brain barrier yesterday afternoon as I strolled through the parking lot on my way home. Underneath a light pole, I noticed a pigeon lying on some very firm terra with its neck at an awkward angle. All I could think was “Did the bird jump, or was it pushed?” *Ominous music swells in the background*

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