f o r t y - s e v e n
forty-seventh day of winter.
he's not at work.
he's not at the pond.
i call him.
"hey rae."
"hello eli. where've you been?"
"doesn't matter."
"oh."
"yeah."
"i miss you."
the line goes dead.
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the king & queen of summershade
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