the nightengale trapped in the cage, won't you sing for me?

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Hmmm, I guess the garden is the only substitute for the actual outside. It seems no matter how much I try, I will never see the daylight or smell real, fresh air.

But there are plenty of things to do here. Nice conversation with intelligent people as opposed to being with that bumbling fool!

So who wants tea?