was in my head, but it wasn't mine. It felt like someone had put it there. Or something had.

            The crow stared at me. With it that close to me, I saw its feather's gleamed purple and blue in the sunlight.

            "I remember faces."

            Something in me pulled tight, like a rubber band stretching.

            I lunged at the bird, but it was too quick for me. It flew into the budding branches of my neighbor’s tree.

            "I don't care," I shouted at it. "I don't care."

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