adelina

This morning I heard an unmistakable crispy crunch and crackle under the rear left tire of the jogging stroller.

I had accidentally squished a tiny, utterly guileless snail.

Have I become so cold-hearted and vile and cynical and awful that I cannot even muster a small tear drop for the snail's wretched end?

We don't think much about the dearly departed that we crush on a daily basis.

Is the whale more valuable than the snail?

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