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Sunday, 29 May 2011

A bird asked me to swallow him.I refused.
 "I'm neither worm nor leaf, but I can grow inside of you and not feel imprisoned.Please swallow me," I told him. He swallowed.And now I am traveling, I may visit your window, I have a red hat, and you may shoot me.You will shoot me; you will shoot him, but I will die, and you will never know that you killed one of you.

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