( As if the universe heard Mew Mew, a pigeon flutters past, turns, and bumps with a gentle thud into the window, before falling a few feet, catching itself with its wings, and flapping off again. There's a nice imprint of dusted wings and a impression of a head on the glass in front of her now.
Annie blinks. Then she has a hand at her mouth, and she's laughing. )
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Annie blinks. Then she has a hand at her mouth, and she's laughing. )