He must have stood there with that bag of white bread for nearly twenty minutes, hoping the rain would pass, wishing the ducks would come. But they never did. They never did.
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I Don't Get It 
Reminds me of how my best friend and I would go with her young son to feed the ducks at the Deep Eddy dock. We would take white bread that we would never eat, ourselves. One time, when we three were eating at a restaurant, bread had been put on the table. The boy looked looked with shock at us and said, “Duck bread?!”
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LOL
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That’s so sad. I hope he managed to feed the ducks on another day.
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Sweet and melancholy.
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Pretty picture. Bread and water. One loaf and lots and lots of water. I like this guy and I don’t even know who he was and why he waited for the ducks that wouldn’t come.
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Ducks can be such jerks.
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LOL. Mallards are the worst.
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You’re funny.
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Thankee!
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A kind soul.
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