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I'm glad I learned how to whistle. I myself consider me a great whistler. I might have learned it around age 8 or 9. I never forgot how to whistle. Whistling has taken me all across the dark rainy forest while walking by myself, and help me realize I don't need you though I love you. I whistle fine down the stream of the river... and then I whistle some more till I walk up home. The next day, I walk quietly across the dark rainy forest and at some point I sit there, on a fallen tree... and stay still, and still... know how to whistle.


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