March 17th excerpt: 

Bowman’s ears twitched at the faintest sound of … sobbing. He could hear sobbing.

“Sam?” he said quietly, padding towards the room again. He found Sam curled up on his bed, hands over his eyes while he was crying. Bowman’s wings drooped. He didn’t understand why his new friend was so sad, but he decided he should try to help. In lieu of saying anything, Bowman walked up to the bed and nudged at Sam’s arm.

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