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[byweavinglives]

I turned 27 three days ago. Usually Socrates reminds me - I get distracted and I don't realize my birthday is passing. This year it was cars and curses. I've been repairing the body and engine of an off-roading vehicle, and the smell of the blood in the backseat the work has been engrossing. He gave me a pair of seashell earrings last year, ones

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[brobeforehos]

Happy birthday, Saya.

[byweavinglives]

They're gone.

[brobeforehos]

Just me now.

[byweavinglives]

Has it been too quiet?

[brobeforehos]

Only in the morning and after dinner.

[byweavinglives]

I like the quiet.

[brobeforehos]

I can't say I agree with you there.

[byweavinglives]

Most don't. I don't know why.

[brobeforehos]

Just a matter of opinion, I reckon. Nothing to it.

[byweavinglives]

That's very thoughtful of you, Mae.

[brobeforehos]

Yep, that's me. Thoughtful thoughtful...

[byweavinglives]

Is that a joke?

[brobeforehos]

No, I don't think so. I mean, I would rather think I am a thoughtful person, redundancy aside.

[byweavinglives]

And now what will you do, without them?

Without my brother I build. Do you know how to deal with cars?

[brobeforehos]

I will find something to do. Jamie wouldn't want me to mope - neither would Nick nor Alan, I'd suppose.

Cars - uhm. I know where to get in and that seatbelts are important, despite being frequently forgotten.

[byweavinglives]

From what I knew of Nick, I don't suspect he would care much.

Pity.