My friend Dale complains constantly. He's a millionaire, but says he's always broke. He quit drugs, and rubs it in everyone's face. He rages when the world is at war, and complains that it's too quiet during peacetime. He talks horribly to his friends, and he smokes cheap cigars. He doesn't like art, and he's never read a book.
Dale has a small pond in the back of his house where swans listen to Mozart and mate, while squirrels and racoons share pomegranates and waltz all night long under that big yellow laughing moon.
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