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Fulltime job

Ben visited every weekend without fail, noticing the birds were noticeably bigger each time. “Their legs are like ladders now,” he said once, laughing in disbelief. “Or something close to it.” The house smelled of straw and bird feed, and Laura had taken to wearing old gardening gloves indoors. “This is a full-time job,” she told Ben one Saturday. “But I wouldn’t give it up for anything.”
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