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The Last Duck A mother duck was walking. Behind her, seven small hearts. One step. One gap. A metal grate. Six of them fell into the dark. One remained. It stopped. Looked at its mother. Then looked down. And jumped. Because sometimes love is heavier than survival. The mother kept circling the grate. But there was no sound anymore. $LASTDUCK Some don’t run. Some choose.