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| Where are you, poor hurt bird? | |
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| Hey, Elana! What's crackalackin' chickie? | |
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Squeek... squeek... squeek... squeek...
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| Good morning, halucination! Do you hear that distressed bird squeaking? | |
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| Seriously, girl? I have feet for ears! | |
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Squeek... squeek... squeek... squeek...
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| I need to find it so I can save it. It needs to live and soar, once again, on the wings of.... well, a bird. | |
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| Oh, child... Go out and seek the wisdom of the sneaker sorcerer... | |
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