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May 28, 2007
When I was a girl I found a black crow with a broken wing hopping in the grass. At church, they were always saying to pray, to ask and ye shall receive, so I picked up the bird and cradled it in my arms. When I thought I had prayed long enough, plus a little extra just to be sure, I held the bird to the sky, counted to three and let go. The bird fell to my feet with a dull smack. I had killed it. I didnít go back to church after that. Church was full of liars.