It’s time, Birdie whispered.
Really, he said louder in my ear and he spread his dark blue feathers as to attract my attention.
Hm, are you acting again like one of those humans, he said.
Yes, yes I am. I don’t want it to be time.
I have a headache and my hand hurts, I could not possibly start writing now, not THAT.
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