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There once was an awkward owl who found love, politics, and even general interactions difficult. Her only comfort was picking berries in the courtyard.
After a hundred days of picking, she began to feel stronger. As this strength turned to confidence and washed away his anxieties, the owl devoted herself to picking the berries.
After a thousand days of picking, she forgets the stress of politics and intrigue. Such things brought only lies and betrayal, but her berries never did.
After ten thousand days of picking, she realized her berry might free her from all stress if she entrusted everything to it. Alas, she was only running away from her problems...
