What do you want?
Highly irritated, David marched into his bedroom. It was his time off now, and he was determined to relax. And with this bird present, rest would not come to his mind. David walked over to the window, threw open the curtains, and yelled, “What, what do you want from me?” The pigeon flapped its wings wildly but didn’t fly away right away this time.
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