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... ill and desperate countdown of its life was so tragically sad.
Sorry, Lyle’s screams were more akin to the struggles of a pig being slaughtered, without any sense of beauty. But his wildly flailing limbs, the expression of terror and desperation, and the screams that pierced through the roaring wind still showed us the most ordinary and sincere love for life. This, strangely enough, shared the same essence with the cuckoo’s blood-curdling cries.
Nia’s cheers merged with Lyle’s, d ...
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