I climbed into a taxi to my sister's house, made my arms look like a duck, held him, and cried in side by the window. Because the series of events that happened to me felt so harsh. The duck's name is
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dead Experience : I'm alive after dying
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I climbed into a taxi to my sister's house, made my arms look like a duck, held him, and cried in side by the window. Because the series of events that happened to me felt so harsh. The duck's name is