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[ have one seven-year-old Gino in your dressing room. he's been here before, so he's not quite the same level of lost and upset as before, but is standing near a window, staring out of it with the most abysmally blank facial expression there ever was.
such is the norm with young!Gino, alas.
in his hands is a birdcage, empty with the door sitting wide open. there's no sign that a bird was ever in it, though the particularly astute might notice that he's watching a yellow bird flapping happily on a branch just outside that window... ]
such is the norm with young!Gino, alas.
in his hands is a birdcage, empty with the door sitting wide open. there's no sign that a bird was ever in it, though the particularly astute might notice that he's watching a yellow bird flapping happily on a branch just outside that window... ]