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I’ve never liked birds. There’s something smug about the way they look at us, we prisoners of gravity, something self-congratulatory in their songs. Maybe I’m just projecting my own feelings about being stuck on the ground, attributing attitudes t
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It was dark. It was during the spring, which made nighttimes possess a pleasant sense of calm. No matter how late it was getting, when given the opportunity to go to his dad's place, Mitch was always excited because dad time meant…
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