Eyes were popping at 7th and Montana this morning as an Anonymous Wing-nut made the scene wearing a pair of wings and a fuzzy halo. The Wing-nut, an attractive young woman in her early twenties, breezed into Starbucks during the morning rush, flitted briefly around the pastry case like an Angel of Mercy, then disappeared faster than you can say Morning Bun. Some say she was heaven sent, but I know the real truth: She's just another escapee from the Aviary at 7th and Margarita ...!
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Amazing, that all the nuts, flock to your neighborhood.
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