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I've never been a fan of that saying, but I have a few friends who overuse it enough, especially when describing a food.  I can't think of any food or drink that I would die for or die without.  I wonder if it is because I can't think of any that I would have to do without.  I mean, certain foods or beverages might be rarer than others but you know what I mean. 
I saw something on my walk this evening that really disturbed me.  I wasn't even sure that my eyes weren't playing tricks on me.  I saw it, walked past it, walked back and took a closer look.  I wish I hadn't.  I wish I had been able to convince myself to keep walking at a brisk pace and let my mind wander until the impression vanished.
It was a cherry or similar fruit that grows on the blossoming trees along my street.  The cherry  was in the mouth of a turtle.  A turtle whose body was missing. Obviously the littering of beer cans (cheap beer) along the street, a turtle head and neck and no body tell a story of downright cruelty.  Who could do that?  Why?
I walked on.  Every car that passed, I imagined held a miscreant turtle torturer.  This car, carrying a passenger drinking from a can...will the can be hurled from the window at me?  Why not?  Why?
Would I arrive home to find grafitti all over the house?  Is this town hiding the likes of other torturers?  The truth is, probably so.
My solitary thoughts run wild while I ride that train from one thought to the next.  I get to a stopping point and retrace my steps.  The places in between are lost.
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