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Guodzilla
The maintenance crew at Amherst Square (a stop on my delivery route) was mean to me: I befriended their little piggy named "Pacho," and I joked with them on occasion about them eating him for Easter (they're from South America, and some SA nations have a tradition of roasting guinea pigs during the holiday). Anyway, what happened after Easter? No Pacho. Needless to say I was saddened, 'cause the little guy was sort of a buddy to me. He'd squeak and I'd squeak back. It turns out it was all a prank, because Pacho was right back in his cage again last week. SO, I guess all's well that ends well (or just OK, since I found out today Pacho doesn't seem to like popcorn).
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