it sat still on my curtains and i looked at it. i thought it a nice thing to let it stay. it stayed, and i realized that it had been dead all the time. it made me cry. and i thought i'd let it stay. after a few days i would bury it next to a tree. but it fell and i couldnt find it. i felt as though i had killed it. there is still a mark on my curtain where it died.
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