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The event reminded me of my teenage years: our house at that time had a small river in the back yard - and there were many waterbirds living there. Every Spring, we had many ducks having sex in our garden, and for whatever reason there seemed to be far more male ducks than females, so we witnessed many a rape scene every year. My mom would feel solidarity with the females and she would run into the garden to chase away the male ducks, while the rest of our household (my father, my two brothers and I) would comment: "Mom, leave them alone, it's nature" with smiles on our faces. Of course, my mom's efforts were a waste of time - as soon as she was back in the house the ducks re-appeared and we were back to watching life porn.
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