I'm a worm. It's early morning, yet I'm wide awake. I'm scared for my life. She is a bird. A bird. She chirps and chirps and chirps and chirps chirps chirps chirps. I squirm away, trying to hide, however it's quite futile. Mrs Friefeld is a fucking bird and I am a fucking worm and that is how my days are going to start for the rest of the year
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