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It was a dark and stormy night. Bent trees creaked as the wind pounded against their twisted branches. I shrank in my bed, wincing at the noises outside my window and thinking of my
parrot, how I missed him, God, why ever did he have to fly away and leave me alone? Didn't I treat him right?
Didn't I hold his hand an let him cry on my should during Bambi? Why had he just left like that? I felt the cold
gaze of Martha Stewart penetrating into my
deepest thoughts, impregnating them with thoughts of "good things" and "feng-shui" GET THIS SHIT OUT OF ME, i thought in my head, but the little devil continued to
dance around the room hoping that the other people present would throw coins at him.
