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there's something sinister to it — I said.

the bird didn't answer. its tar-colored beak seemed too mushy to answer me. it was not "dead", as we often put it, but as I dragged it by the feet, i surely wish it was. i wanted to save it, somehow — although I can't put into words exactly why.

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