There were times when I would walk about and study the land for various objects and I would stumble across a giant mushroom. I would walk away to another area and return to the mushroom later on that day. I would find that the mushroom had been kicked.
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el placer de patear un hongo es algo incomparable
You are darn right, sister. It was pure schadenfreude. I was watching the mushroom and then I took some photos of it and I became aware of a secruity camera watching me close by. I think a secruity guard became curious about what I was looking at. I think that when I departed to another place he came out to investigate and destroyed that poor muchroom out of spite.
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