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[stungunbilly]

Night, cold, streets mostly empty with a few lonely people of indeterminate age and gender wheeling ancient shopping carts in invisible cocoons. Inside the apartment the shadows creep from under the sofa and pool in the hallway, and the computer sheds its bluish light ineffectually over the keyboard. The ticking of a clock vies with the tapping of the keys for background noises. My feet are growing cold.
Meanwhile, somewhere there are gay penguins raising the eggs of other, straight penguins. Or maybe bisexual penguins. Nowhere, however, are there any penguins petitioning to disallow the happy gay penguins their parenting rights.
Huh.