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|Human-sized furry creature sitting at a diner table.|
|Gilbert the Goat|
|Figure with body parts spread before them, saying|
"You're so facinating. How do you work?"
|Image of a butterfly with a clipped wing.|
Text: "Swallowtail: Poems, Brenna Twohy"
|They continue to be two boring white kids on a dock.|
|Five people overlook a coffin filled with dry ice and tiny coffin party favors.|