These are some weird chickens...

I run a non-profit.

I look into directly people’s eyes, from a modest distance. I make them feel feelings. I keep them growing hair.

I was hired by a man at the C.E.T.C.

He said to me: Mistress, look into these troubled roosters’ roasters, and make them softer, make them tumbly and eventually calm.

And I tried.

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