Dear driver who sped up to hit the bird who had swooped down to grab something from the road and was flying away from you: you are a terrible person. I heard your car accelerate. If you hadn't done so, the bird would have been well out of your path. Did it bring you joy to wound something more helpless than you? Did you vent your spleen and decide you had righted some cosmic balance? Way to go, you can maim things. Go you. I hope that bird sits in your mind and heart, then turns bitter and pecks at you until you see how truly small and narrow your mind is and you feel guilty until the day you die for being arbitrarily cruel. And if you ever complain about feeling run over by life, I hope that bird comes to mind and reminds you that you have done the same.
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