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Not a Parrot apparently

I always thought my memory served me  reasonably well but its not always the case. It is Assaam and it is the 1960’s. And that there was a monsoon and I was two , that much is true and a door did slam on my little pinky, lopping off its top, thats true,  but I always remember a green parrot I was chasing but my mother now tells me there was no parrot. But but there was a parrot…I’ve seen it a thousand times in my dreams .  

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