I walked to Biscayne Bay the other day and photographed a squirrel in a tree. Behind the tree where the squirrel hung out two cops inspected a white Mercedes Something-Something-SL. The neighbors reported the car abandoned. The cops disputed their claims. One of the cops was on a cellphone talking to the grandmother of the car’s owner. The neighbors were like nah-ah and it can’t be.
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