Sunday.
I killed a bird.
it was the worst, I was driving to my mums along the back roads and I could see a little bird land on the road in front of my car, I knew it would not enough time to fly away before I hit it and I couldn't swerve to miss it.
I heard the thud of it hit the front light as it tried to fly away.
I don't know why, but I looked into the rear view of my mirror and seen it flung across the road.
I've never killed anything before. I felt terrible.
The only cure for death is pudding. chocolate pudding.
with lots of cream.
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