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During the night, a bird found its way in Andrea's rooms. A Northern Cardinal, to be precise, with an injured wing since the landing inside didn't go to well. Long story short, she's planning to keep the poor bird until it gets better then let it go. It'll be her little secret.

... Or it would be if the bird hadn't decided to sing out of the blue when she was out and about. The bird, Rudy his name, was singing very, very loudly. You'll find her trying to shush it quiet to no avail.