8:29pm - June 20th 1942 - My Office

I caught myself looking at the clock again. "Get your mind on the job and off her pretty pink feathers, Hawk!" I reprimanded myself. "She's probably pulled the feathers over your eyes and is in on all of this anyway. You'll need to keep a sharp eye on her!"

I was waiting on Ms Flamingo to arrive, she was due here any second. She had insisted on going with me to the Aviary Club tonight. Damn hen seemed to be able to get me to do whatever she wanted.

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