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The Critic

  Mine is a parrot, a large old scarlet macaw flapping over my words, calling out loudly wrong wrong wrong boring boring boring with every pen stroke, word choice, line break, or you have no right to say that or forget it, you have nothing to say,   and so, since parrots live for decades […]

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