I'm stronger than I thought. I never thought I'd be able to get through the blood and slime of Elvis' entrance to the world. Hatching and birth don't always work out but I can't let things die right in front of me. I don't know if what I did was such a good thing in the chicken world. I don't think hardcore chicken people want you helping out weaklings. What's done is done.
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