[ she wants to leech of his nostalgia. she wants to take vicarious comfort in his old memories, mingling them with her own craving for easier days. happier months. a whole family! so she leans in nearer the locket and picks for details: ] When you were seven, was yours...fake? Or real?
[ not that she entirely understands the concept of a fake tree. but at least she understands the concept of fake itself. ]
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[ not that she entirely understands the concept of a fake tree. but at least she understands the concept of fake itself. ]