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When I brought in the eggs, I asked about what appeared to be a witch’s cauldron out in the yard which had a large amount of what appeared to be white fluff around it on the ground. I was informed that it was a pot for boiling the feathers off of chickens, or something like that. I might have known. She forces me to make friends with the chickens and then threatens their lives. And what are we having for supper? Fried chicken. I hope all my mother’s televisions show only infomercials forevermore. She deserves it for sending me to this place!
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