Today we mourn the loss of a fellow friend. He was green, not because he was terminaly ill and discolored, but because he was a bird. He was a parakeet. And he was green, if you didnt get that the first time. His name was Komal, or Greeny, or something odd or obscure. His name changed many a many times through the years. Actually, if I recall, his
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