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Then of course it spoke to him.
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It engulfed him in a crimson's flare that burned his sentiment. He wanted it to say more. Why was it so familiar, he thought. How desperate was he to contemplate the beauty of their conversation
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It emaciated him emotionally. He was becoming one with the bird. Thinning away, he ascended deeper into its inferno. He felt happy as his blood warmed, when he glanced upward to stare it down.
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