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Aug 2013
Another city
Another state.

Wherever she goes
It's always the same.

People think that she's really cute
But they feel sorry for her,
All on her own,
And so they try to fix her up.

They think they're doing her a favour
But they're not.

So here she is again.
How many more times
Does she have to endure this?

From the moment she saw this one
She knew they wouldn't hit it off.

It's no use pretending
If the chemistry isn't there
What's she supposed to do?

But that won't stop
The tongues from wagging...

"What is her problem?
Is she playing hard to get?
Is she fussy?
Or could she be..."

No.
It's none of those things.

And one day
People will finally understand
Why she wasn't interested
In any of them

They just weren't her type.
She was called Ringerl.
They thought she was an olingo.
But she wasn't.
...And that's why they couldn't get her to mate with the others.

http://grist.org/list/super-cute-olinguito-lived-in-american-zoos-for-years-without-anyone-realizing-it-was-a-separate-species/
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