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[ the more he has to watch her plastered face, the more something grim and saddened churns in his stomach. diligently, he starts helping her with the burnt pans upon the stove, taking one by one, forking the charcoal contents into the trash and bringing them to the sink. he might be small, but he could reach the basics. who knows, maybe he grew an inch during the months he was here, too. ]

We've always missed each other. It's alright. [ does she not remember anything? not even what got her into this mess? ] Did you . . . have a long day, yesterday?

[ he tries to prod for information in the most subtle way he could think of. ]