Don't even ask me how the Spotted Angel got onto solid concrete. Was it futuretech? Wizardry? A stick and some wet cement? Nay, I think 'twere some awful concoction not meant for human eyes or ears. I just know that when I'm staring at the ground to ensure I don't trip and bust my face open, I don't want some smart-assed cartoon looking up at me flaunting their wings and ability to transform matter. I just don't.
Seen on the sidewalk at the corner of Valentine and Pennsylvania.
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