“It’s a tragedy.” A harsh and raspy voice rattled my second-floor window. Only something that flies could make that racket. Hurricanes, floods, earthquakes, terror bombings, plane crashes, mass psycho murders, – all ran through my head as I foolishly opened my window to whatever black and bleak news my favorite annoying Crow had in store.

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