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23.04.15.

I was seated in the livingroom when I

heard a door shut close and I looked up to meet watery

blue eyes

and stained cheeks, sticky from overflowing tears.

And at that moment, I wanted to speak up

- you were there too, little thing, your pages just witness it now,

but instead, he walked up to me and sat down, here, next to me,

his neck nuzzled into my neck and his breath hitting my chin.

He closed his eyes

and fell asleep.

I'm glad.

Right now.

Greetings,

H.T.

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