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 In a couple of hours, it's going to be the 2nd of February -- 4 months since you left. I still find myself doing stupid things -- I'll be thinking how it's been 4 months since you died, and in the same breath, I'll reach for my phone to text you to come over.

Summer has settled nicely into her new home, but you know that, because you went with her. Don't think I don't know it was you, banging around H's place. And then... you left. And now you're... you're where? Not here. Too far away.

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