It is so short and jumbled and jangled, Sam, because there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.
And what do the birds say? All there is to say after a massacre, things like ‘Poo-tee-weet?’
And what do the birds say? All there is to say after a massacre, things like ‘Poo-tee-weet?’
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