so i figured out it's a northern mockingbird sitting outside my window chirping at the top of his little lungs from 11 pm - 4 am. i can't take it anymore. i'm really glad that he found a good tree, and he wants to tell everyone about it, but i have work to do tomorrow. i read the book "to kill a mockingbird" thinking i might get some tips on taking care of this guy the ol fashioned way but it turned out to be a metaphor.
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