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Stuckey

Stuckey always looks forward to that single day in winter when robins by the hundreds swoop in and strip the tree of berries. Stuckey fertilizes his holly twice a year—for the holly's sake, the robins' sake, and his. Seeing the robins swoop and strip makes him feel a part of things. Of nature, anyway. It's been awhile since he's felt a part of anything else.