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[_pogmothoin_]

I just opened the curtains. I couldn't stand it anymore. He's not there anymore, not laying there in the bed making faces at me or drawing or wrinkling his nose as he studies

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[the_boy_who]

Did you see his mum when she was here? She asked after you.

[_pogmothoin_]

Yes, she found me before she left. She wanted to give me some of his books and art supplies. She gave me his wand too.

[the_boy_who]

Wow, that was nice of her.

She looked tired.

[_pogmothoin_]

I think she was.

[sibyll_sees]

While we are mourning our loss, others are rejoicing to meet him behind the veil.

[_pogmothoin_]

I suppose so. Thank you. I think.

[sibyll_sees]

Do not thank me. It is truth with little consolation.

Be well, Mr. Finnigan.

[the_boy_who]

Right.

[seventhdaughter]

Yes. Only a week.

I suppose someone had to open them.

[psstguesswhat]

it's been the longest week that ever existed.