“Master!” Layla and I both crane our necks to see Earl flying through the penthouse. He lands on one of his many perches around the house, and Layla laughs. “Oh my God, your bird! I completely forgot.” “Pretty girl,” Earl states, walking closer to the edge of his perch and, therefore, closer to Layla. “Earl missed pretty girl.” Layla looks at me, and I shrug. “No idea who he’s referring to.” “Master loves his pretty girl and wants to fill her tight, little f—” “That’s enough,” I say quickly, reaching out for him. “Let’s get you back into your aviary, old man.” Just then, Sparrow comes around
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