Oh thank God.
Mary has met other children.
We haven't seen her since... except when she arrives to have food stuffed in her beak...
The other night, the gang were heading to the nearby Bowling alley, and she was gone till half eleven.
As Ciara says, she was a couple of inches taller when she came back to us...
I was a couple of stone heavier from chewing my own hands off...
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Oh, those tiny little deaths we die as they stretch their beautiful wings...
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