Nature always wins
Never bring a baby to a squirrel fight
The bright, green, polypropylene bat ricocheted off the decaying spruce’s trunk with a strange thud, leaving a noticeable dent in its barrel. Such a bat wasn’t designed to collide with solid wood, of course, but the man wielding it was overtaken by what could only be described as pure, unadulterated rage.
He was a denizen of the ritzy Lincoln Park neighb…
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