little white bird

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"We are in a coma." when I finished writing that a white blur flew through an open window. It landed on my shoulder. The bird looked at me with his little eyes. As if to say "I finally found you."

The poor bird was out of breath. He started to fly again. This time he landed in my cupped hands. He fit perfectly. I wonder what he's doing here? Where did he come from? "wow! I've never done that before. Nor will I ever do that again." Did the bird say that? Theirs no way he saidcthat! Could it?

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