Today I went to see a massive pillow fight in the park. People were laughing, yelling, chasing, charging, singing, chanting. I was approached by some participating young men who asked me where I was from. No, not Venezuela, Minnesota (I get this more often than you'd think). Los Estados Unidos. Then one of them told me not to say that too loud or I'd get attacked by enthusiastic pillow swingers. The other asked me if I'd like to borrow his pillow to fight his friend. I declined.
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