So the butchered chicken flew up to my windowsill and said

Don’t worry, there’s life after death. (I was just a kid and hadn’t heard that yet).
I’m sort of playing a time game. Mixing what I know now with what I knew then.

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You sure it wasn’t a crow?

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Oh, no. Not enough meat on a crow to be worth slaughtering him for.

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