She liked the pigeon. It was shivering, just like her, wet from the droplets that kept dripping off the sun-shade and plopping atop the two of them. The window- ledge was slippery with moss, half-heartedly littered with plastic and a few chips of glass. The pigeon took flight. She need to do that too: blot herself out. 
The air conditioner box was getting in her way. Life was getting in her way and she fluttered down to stillness.
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