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This morning when I stepped out into the hallway I found by the window nearer my apartment a little bird in a frenzy of little flapping wings desperately flying himself into the glass, over and over. He was just a few inches to the left from the opening where he could fly out, but he didn't seem to get it.

I went back in and told my mom, for it was a novelty, and also because I felt sorry for the little guy. She had no ideas and I was late for work so I left again, walked down to the elevator, and found the bird at the far window, going through the same thing.

I put my hands on my hips.
"Bird," I said, "why don't you just fly out?"

And right after I said that, he found the opening, and did.

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