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I was out with my friends Josh and Rachel two nights ago. We were all tired and conversation had languished for some time until Rachel spoke.

"I'm kind of spacey right now," Rachel smiled. "I keep thinking about how I'd like to be a bird so I could sing."

Josh laughed. "Not so you could fly?"

"No," Rachel replied. "I'd just sing."

"Most people would want to fly," I said.

She shrugged. "I guess that makes me crazy."