poppyhaze

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会说中文 ✨ QC at Falcon Safety Products ✨ will never be a famous writer



I had been feeding crows for a bit, and whilst walking to class a crow landed in front of me and started cawwing. In Chinese mythology, the especially litigious like lawyers and jerks are sometimes incarnated as crows after death. As such, these types of crows bring you bad news. Recognizing this, I squatted down as started trying to guess what news it was bringing by guessing the worst things that could happen to me.

“My parents are dead?” “CAW CAW!”

“My siblings are dead?” “CAW CAW!”

"I'm going to fail my math midterm?" "CAW CAW!"

On and on, I went through bad things that could happen to me soon, before reaching:

“My gf is cheating on me?”

The crow went silent instantly. I practically fell over. The magnitude of it struck me. I could hardly think. The bird, for its part, seemed almost sympathetic, as if sad for its duty. As I recovered, I dug into my bag, crushed up a granola bar for it. After all, you have to pay the spirits for such a service, and went on to get an average grade on my midterm. I couldn’t focus on math after that. And as I finished my classes, I got a message from my then-girlfriend, “we need to talk”.

I had a few hours before her train arrived, so I could prepare. I walked her from the train station in silence to my dorm. When she told me, she was shocked when I didn’t seem surprised. She was crying and sad and I was stoic, having been warned by the spirits.

But I never had to explain the bird thing because my roommate showed up and she declared she can't do this, and ran off. My roommate instead got the crow story when he asked me what just happened. He shook his head and said he expected this sort of thing from me. He poured me some scotch.


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