It's been a year, give or take some weeks, since Sage died, and there's not a week that goes by that I don't miss him. I haven't been at my parents' house enough to remember in my muscle memory that he's not there. I expect his shriek every time I open the door and the alarm chimes, and every time I set the alarm. I hear phantom chirps and
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Hey, whatcha up to Sunday or Monday? If you wanna come over one of those days and get bitten by play with Kappa, you'd be welcome to. My place is a mess, so I'm planning to just do chores all weekend if you wanted to come over and could deal with the place being a pig sty. :-P
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