Today is my dad's birthday. That's good. He's... fifty-something. I feel bad asking him. We got him a bird. I was hoping to get two, but there's only one. He must feel so lonely. That's why I wanted a second-- so the one bird wouldn't be by himself when all of us were gone somewhere. I don't really know birds. He's latched himself on the wall of
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