This fat occupies much space, says Jimmy perched on a tree branch, and without giving me almost no time to react, grab the robin and into the air, laughing at the awkwardness of the animal, its wings flapping in vain. Pick it with my own shirt, a shirt that like almost everything I have, clothes, toys, school books defaced, I inherited from Jimmy. I look up and wish you slip and fall before you put the firecracker in the nest. With so many forces, I want to inadvertently crush the bird in my hands.
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