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This pigeon… is not normal. Every day… it comes to the same place. Same time… same spot. But today… something feels different. It starts walking… Like it wants you to follow it. You follow it… through empty streets… And then… it stops. Right there… you find something… you lost long ago. You look ba…

This pigeon… is not normal. Every day… it comes to the same place. Same time… same spot. But today… something feels different. It starts walking… Like it wants you to follow it. You follow it… through empty streets… And then… it stops. Right there… you find something… you lost long ago. You look back at the pigeon… But it’s gone. So tell me… Was it just a pigeon… Or was it sent… just for you?