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Because his name is Bird, his mother said. He answers to Bird, so I suggest you call him that, birth certificate be damned. She’d taken a Sharpie to every handout that came home, crossing off Noah, writing Bird on the dotted line instead. That was his mother: formidable and ferocious when her child was in need.
On the best days, everyone ignores him; most days, he’s picked on or pitied. He’s not sure which he dislikes more, but he blames both on his mother.
His brain is like a big dog
And mine is a geriatric chihuahua with no teeth left
If we fear something, it is all the more imperative we study it thoroughly.
Just dropping by, to see how you were doing. To see how you were holding up. What was it they were supposed to be holding up, Bird wondered, though eventually he realized it was themselves.
When does she stop speaking? When are you ever done with the story of someone you love?
