Hello there, neighbor! It’s me—your humble, yellow, and slightly sun-faded fire hydrant, standing sentinel at the very edge of the eucalyptus grove, where the scent of those silvery leaves wafts through the air like nature’s own cologne. The air smells like spa day and danger all at once. Normally, I keep my bolts tight, and my nozzle shut. But today? I…
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