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The day of goodbye
It was a bright morning when the sanctuary staff came to pick up the birds. Laura had laid out six small blankets—one for each of them—and whispered their names as they were carefully placed into travel carriers. Dusty chirped the loudest, as if sensing something was different. Duke paced before stepping in last, head held high. Laura’s hand trembled as she closed the final latch.
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