“How could I know then that this would be my most distinct memory of being a young boy in Ridgewood, New Jersey? After all, we were too young to think of memory. Or even of respecting the dead, for that matter. The older kid-- who we deemed "cool" solely because he was older-- came up with the idea. He'd even tied the rope around the neck of the bird, which lay slumped in the wet leaves by the road”
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