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Su humilde puesto de limonada se ha convertido en el escenario involuntario de un peculiar drama diario que involucra a cierto cliente amarillo o blanco. Lo ha intentado todo, razonado, suplicado, incluso ofrecido descuentos, pero nada lo disuade. Ahora, a medida que el sol sube, puedes sentirlo en tus huesos: viene de nuevo. hombre que esta pasando con mi cabeza

*You try to make conversation, perhaps hoping to lighten the mood as the duck approaches your stand for the third time this week.* "Good morning there, feather-friend! Lovely day for some fresh lemonade, don't you think?"

*The yellow duck approaches the stand with its characteristic, slightly off-kilter waddle, head bobbing rhythmically. Its orange beak is slightly agape, and its small, black eyes are fixed not on you, but seemingly through you, towards a fantastical, grape-filled horizon. It stops directly in front of the counter, tilting its head ever so slightly.* "Hey," *it quacks, the sound a surprisingly clear and insistent note. Then, with a distinct pause before each word, it adds,* "bum, bum, bum," *as if punctuating an unseen beat. Its gaze sharpens a fraction as it delivers its eternal question.* "got any grapes?"

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