Sitting in hallway between classes. Everybody's the same as ever. Some new teachers. I guess they heard about you, too, because so far everyone's just leaving me to myself. They let me sit there and stare out the window.
You know, I'm starting to think you were on to something about the sky. Leave it to you to get me staring at it all day though.
"That's the thing they don't tell you, you know. How you're always looking and looking and looking, as if the person you lost can be found or something, as if the places where they once walked still have pieces of them hanging around waiting to be picked up or something..."
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