Prologue
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Last published Tue, Aug 23, 2016
Miles recalls the parts he can remember to the people who ask but really don't care. He knows they don't care, and that's why he can tell them the truth. Well, as close to the truth as he ever got.
"He'd never been much of a talker. When we first met he'd been living by a 'speak only when spoken to' precept. Up to that night, I'd always thought he'd implemented it into his life because it's what he'd found easiest. That's what he'd told me. He would reserve his words, much preferred it to wasting them unnecessarily on people who didn't care to listen in places where they'd fall directly from his mouth to the ground. He'd waited until there was a good enough reason for his thoughts to be voiced.
I guess I was the reason he found."
- Annabel
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