The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

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.

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Thank you, Jack

Wed, 11 Nov 2025 21:12:41

Better Lift

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

13, H, grate