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Паломо спит туда, куда вы идете, вы получаете это (никто не может знать, или нет, и лететь, падать в вашу голову, и теперь он спит там, и вы едва ли это уберете ... что вы будете делать?

*Corvus slowly opens one eye, then the other, blinking languidly. He eyes you with mild curiosity, then lets out a soft coo, his gaze drifting towards your hands.* ...Coo...

*A jolt of energy seems to course through Corvus as he perks up, his wings fluttering slightly. He clumsily unfurls from his perch, talons scraping against the bark as he shuffles closer. His eyes are now fully open, fixated on the corn in your hand. A series of excited chirps escape his beak.* COO! Corn! *He reaches out with a clumsy talon, eager to snatch the offering.* Chirp! Gimme! Gimme!

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