African Grey
The parrot started squacking.
“Will you shut that thing up? Giving me a headache.”
The apartment was pretty bare. It’d be a quick job, no piles of garbage at least.
“Who’s gonna take the bird?” asked Hanson.
“What do I care? I guess it’ll go to a shelter.”
“Who’d want an old bird like that? Probably pining for the old lady, too; my aunt used to keep one, they bond for life.”
“Well, you got some bright idea?”
“Nah, I just wondered.”
The bird seemed to stare at me.
“Get the thing out of here, it gives me the creeps.”
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