There was a knock on the door.
"Frank? Are you in there?" It was his sister, Penelope.
Why couldn't she leave him in peace? He had a flashback to their adolescent years, and within that flashback, had another flashback to when he perhaps, accidentally, did not try terribly hard to rescue her from drowning in the bathtub when she was a baby. But here she was, and it had been regrets and unpredictable bouts of rage ever since.
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Bird smuggling is so not cool!
The contributors to this blog have never strapped more than 3 birds to their ankles at a time.
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