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Re: Dead Birds. Dead Fish. Conspiracy of Coinciden
 Growing up in the Rust Bucket Ohio Valley (in the 60s and 70s), we got very used to dead birds, mutated fish, and odd shades of water. When you walked outside at night the sky glowed and everything smelled like rotten eggs. I guess the rest of the world is just catching up.
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If it was raining soup, we'd all run outside with forks!
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