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Ahh, the pleasure of memories... Yeah, that's a bit of sarcasm. Some memories I wish I didn't have. Some of them I would rip out of my head if I could. But... eh. Some, some are worth savoring.
I remember the cage set up beside the bed, the room a mess as always, but comfortably so, the bed an unmade tangle of blankets and sheets and pillows. I remember curling up there, staring in through the bars, watching him. I remember all the words he inspired, I remember how much he drove me to create, to write, to focus myself. I remember what it felt like to watch him leave.
I remember hours and hours in WoW, teasing, taunting, or just talking.
I remember futon mattresses.
I remember rain on the windows, smoke in the air, the taste of ash and tears.
I miss so many people... but I remember them all. I'm ok with that.
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