EVERY SUMMER WHEN I WOULD GO TO WEST GREEN HARBOUR...MY FAVORITE PART OF THE TRIP WOULD BE GETTING GAS APPROXIMATELY FIFTEEN MILES OUTSIDE THE VILLAGE...SEE...HERE'S THE THING...THE GAS ATTENDANT WOULD HAVE THIS GIGANTIC MOTHER-FUCKING RAVEN ON HIS SHOULDER...IT WOULD JUST SIT THERE AND WATCH US AS THE LIQUID WAS POURED...I WOULD SEND A TELEPATHIC MESSAGE TO THE BIRD TO CLIMB IN THE WINDOW AND SHIT ON MY FATHER'S SHOULDER...but that never happened .
THE BIRD WAS AT LEAST THE SIZE OF TWO CROWS .
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