Every time I return to my room, a new gift lies on my doorknob or desk. Homemade cookies, a teddy on a stick and a beer with cashews.
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She apologised over and over, wringing the sunflower’s thick stalk between her digits. I smiled as kindly as I could muster. We sat there for an hour or so. I felt an occasional drizzle, and she did too, but neither of us wanted to leave. The talk was oddly unstrained for me. I didn’t want to meet anyone along the way back.
The walk back was a struggle against a sidewards drizzle and cold calves. Her umbrella couldn’t help much, so I walked in the rain.
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