if you were the one way in the back of the flock and everyone was as pink as you and stood the same way and flapped around in just the same manner, still, I would know it was you.
And I would have a handful of something yummy and you would know so you would nonchalantly wriggle through the flock and make your way over to me and take a few tentative nibbles from my outstretched hand and I would coo and stroke your silky head. Then you would bite me and run back into the teeming mass. But I would still see you. Fucker.
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