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He loved for the little bird. He cared for her. He chewed her food for
her and drizzled slowly it into her little beak. Most of the time, the
bird spit it back in his eye, but he was not offended. He loved the
little bird.
Life was wonderful for this small family
unit for days. He would often crawl into her birdhouse and spoon her
when the nights were coldest.
Then, on the fifth day of their harmonious union, she fell out of a second story window and broke her neck.
Or maybe she didn’t fall. Maybe she jumped.