"Seriously—please don't throw out my pizza box!"
"OMGOMGOMGOMG! There's a fucking bird out there! ROCK!"
Matilda brings her favorite toy, "The Brain," to me to throw for her. It's
fitting her eyes make her look zombiefied—and, yes, her tongue is hanging out.
Olivia rushes frantically from one side of the window to the other, as a
sparrow hops back and forth across the front porch railing, taunting her.
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