Sentries of waste blocks our haste. Waiting, they wait for trucks limited by the city council's next brain fart.They are grey and blue, staring with closed lids to glean the moment in wonder. The racoons figured out how to raid these buckets already. Beasties climb the fences, clamber on top and rock til she falls. Then inspect the spewed for each delicious morsel expelled or crawls.
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