one morning last week, as i was walking down the hall to take a shower and brush my teeth, there was a sort of violent rustling and flapping of wings and a disoriented dove burst through a hole in the screen of the open window. it flew up and down the hall, throwing itself at the glass of the window, chirping madly; in the end it got tired and sat
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