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When I was 6 (maybe 7) my family and I were on a train in Russia and a black bird splat into my window at full speed. When I say splat, it was seriously a loud splat, and the bird was, for lack of a better term, splat... Freaked the shit out of me. Still think about it 25 years later. Maybe it was some kind of sign.
Unfortunately, I did not become a superhero known as Splatbirdman. It would have been cool, though.
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