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(( When I was little, we used to read this book about sharing. The title was..."The Rainbow Fish" or something like that. And it's about this fish with rainbow scales and the whole sea thinks he's pretty so he gives a scale away to everyone who wants one until he has none left, and he's a little sad at first. I can see Charlie doing that. Like if the feathers of his wings (it is feathers, right? I keep saying that but I never ask) can heal sickness or stop pain or make a bad day good, I could...
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Yes, his wings are covered in gorgeous, fluffy, soft, white feathers.

Yeah, he would. But at the same time, he’d save the feathers from nesting seasons because plucking a feather is like stabbing a white-hot iron rod through flesh and bone.