hingthatcouldbeansweredwasanswered,nodesireleftunsatisfied.Thedlesbur,wehadtalkedsolong,andintodarkheversationlasted,athingIrememberisfallingasleepinherarms.

    Ihadadreamthatweranawaythatnight,foundaplacetogrowuptogether,becamethewomanandthemanweweresupposedtobe.Inthedream,shekissedmymouth,andherbareskinslidbehmyfiips.Ablackbirdsang.Butinthem,shewasnotwhereIexpectedhertobe.Infriendship,shehadneverwrittenasinglewordtome,butbymyside,wheresheshouldhavebeen,layanoteinherhandwriting.Everyletterisetchedinmind,andthoughIwillnotgiveitallaway,attheee,"Goodbye,HenryDay."

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