-some variable time later-
The world is still not quite as bright as it used to be in my early life, but it isn't dark anymore. I'm being fed more regularly and the curtains open earlier. There are days when they don't open at all but my person always opens them another day, eventually. But the racecars are long gone, and so are the doll houses.
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A Bud's Eye
Short Storyan almost story of the loss of a brother told by a plant extra-short, extra-quick
