Yesterday, I had to wait for a funeral arrangement to be made before I could go out on my first run. So I did other things, like take out the cardboard and trash. So I did that, and when I came back, the florist who was spraying some flowers, asked me if I heard the Birdie chirping (his words)? I said, "what?" "The baby bird in the trash can," he said "Did you hear it chirp?" You know, before I accidentally ended it's life, because I didn't it was there and it would have been to scared to chirp. I said "Why did you tell me?" And He segued into the survival of the fitest's speech. Which was not the point. The sheer sadistism of this. Why did he tell me?
I cried off and on for the rest of the day. I don't even know if he even noticed.
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