So now people are saying they can see wings on my back and are asking me stupid things like how I cook with talons and such.
I'm starting to think that the actual root cause of at least half of all weird things in this city involves collective drug trips or something. Seriously, wings? White feathered wings with brown structures that resemble my clothing color and the feathers on my hat? What, am I some sort of angel or something now?
... I wonder if I could use that as a sales gimmick.
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