[ very special, and he nods to that with a weak smile. alas, ]
She is to me, but . . . She’s not here. M’glad she’s not. Even though I miss her and . . .
[ he’d do nearly anything to see gabi again. even if it’s for just a moment. just a second to hug or share cake, or for her to tussle his hair or squeeze his cheeks to bother him.
that does quickly remind him to rummage into his pockets and pull out four palm sized photos. the first one is already of her and her cousin— so he points at the sepia snapshot. ]
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She is to me, but . . . She’s not here. M’glad she’s not. Even though I miss her and . . .
[ he’d do nearly anything to see gabi again. even if it’s for just a moment. just a second to hug or share cake, or for her to tussle his hair or squeeze his cheeks to bother him.
that does quickly remind him to rummage into his pockets and pull out four palm sized photos. the first one is already of her and her cousin— so he points at the sepia snapshot. ]
Her name’s Gabi.