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‘No! Don’t! Stop it!’ she screamed at the T.V. and the little bird hovering in front of her face. The screen went back to the grey static of an empty channel. She put her head in her hands as she slumped back, shaking, into the deep armchair.
She stayed that way for a couple of minutes, till she was brought back into what was becoming a very unreal world, by tiny clawed feet landing on her wrist and the touch of soft feathers on her cheek.
