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I asked Shawn if I could have a fainting goat.

I had a plan in mind. I wanted to teach it not to be scared anymore. I was going to expose it, slowly, gently, to increasingly startling stimuli until it was cured of its fainting disorder and could calmly continue chomping on the grass as multicoloured umbrellas opened up around it like a field full of flowers.

Shawn said no.

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