A tufted titmouse flies over to greet you and perches on a branch, a curious look in his eye.

“Are you sure you want to leave?” he says, a saddened look on his face. “I promise to never send you spam and only notify you when a new post is up! I only want to help inform you on how to make the world a safer place for the little guys like me. But I won’t keep you if you really want to go. Cheep! I’ll miss you!”

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