TAKEN<br />
Vol. 1: Making Omelettes<br />
by Olo<br />
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CHAPTER THREE<br />
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I awoke to the sound of a bird.  It was a curiously regular cry, with none of the elaborate trills that typify territorial or mating calls.  It was a cry for help.  For my help.<br />
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I lifted my head and looked at the desk to see Rosa standing next to the glass and waving her arms frantically.  More reflexively than I would later care to admit, I jumped out of my bed and rushed up to lean over the fishbowl.<br />
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Claire h