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- "Are you cold, dear? You're so under-dressed. You can feel it in the wind, can't you? Winter's coming soon. Here, come sit. You're looking for a bird? You must mean the bluebird. Poor thing had his wings singed pretty bad in a forest fire. Some say he might never fly again. Can't bring any happiness in the state he's in, either way. It'll be alright though, I suppose. Winter will pass and we'll see if he can't just sleep off the damage."
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- "Heh... don't listen to what they tell you about that bird." the black dog said, "They think he's special. But the truth is he isn't any different from any other bird. But hey. I've still been looking for him. Heard he got hurt. We animals gotta look out for each other, right? You gonna help me find him or not?" the dog wonders, flicking his tongue over a fang.
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