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“Oh, O-okay…” was all he said before letting out an exhausted breath, now wisely staying quiet to allow her to not cut his feathers up even though they’re already a flipping mess.

Rebecca quietly worked, gently brushing down the other’s feathers where she could. She was certainly taking more care than her earlier tone indicated.

“Almost done…”

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