The artificial birds she produces are yellow in colour, their chirps and tweets cutting through the stale air like swords.
A few days ago, their song had been beautiful. She’d been the only one in the class with the ability to produce them, and their elegant yellowy feathers had shined.
Now, in the aftermath of their most explosive row yet, the
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