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Dear Mom, Today I had an amazing day. Was jamming some Fifa when a benevolent benefactor dropped off a magic chicken-suit at the door. I’m still not quite sure who the kind sponsor is, but I nonetheless took the chicken by the goblet and suited up. Next thing I know I’m jamming like a flippen’ ninja and hooking trumpet and drums like some kind of feral animal. Yoh. I slept so well. Downsides are: I now peck at my food and unless I have my head on I run around like a ... well, you know. Anyways, that oke was there with the camera so he documented the whole thing so at least you know I’m not talking crazy stuff. The chicken-suit has since disappeared from the apartment. Perhaps its been passed on to the next lucky recipient, or its been taken back to magic-chicken-land, or some other explanation I haven’t covered here.
