"It will also be the first summer I've spent alone in as many years, I can't help but remember. But I've grown quite accustomed to being alone over these past months without him. And barring the occasional attacks of mournful stupidity, I hardly even notice his absence.
Liar.
I might remark it. I think about him. It's difficult not to. And then there's this damn bird. The newest orphan that I'm obliged to look after.
You miss him.
I miss him. Ridiculous though it is to dwell on it, it can't be helped. He was part of my daily existence far too long for him to be so easily forgotten. He was my habit. He was my routine.
You loved him.
I love him.
Of course I love him. It's my job.
It makes my life seem a little less pointless."
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