The sparrow that flew into my apt. earlier hid behind my stove, where it was going to have a heart attack and die and decay and I would be unable to remove it because my stove is a Detroit Jewel.
But something great happened. It flew out the porch door unassisted! It even chirped a little apology.
Did you ever think you'd find yourself rooting for K. Rogers? Did you ever think you'd be clutching your little fists and muttering, "Come on, Kenny"? Did you ever think about that?
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