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She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.
Can I see
The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.
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kind of mythopoesis
nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class
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