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... The little birds chirped at me, and I slowly backed away.
It hadn't been too hard to close the window, thanks to the storm's heavy winds... but it had made a mess. I wasn't that wet, but the windowsill and the floor near it definitely were.
"You got wet," Vim said with a sigh.
"Hm. I did," I nodded, but didn't regret it.
The two little sparrows fluttered next to each other, drying off their feathers and chirping.
"Birds can survive storms you know," Vim sa ...
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