So...here we are again.
"The Day of Mourning."
We fast, we don't wear leather shoes, we sit low to the ground, we don't have sex, we don't use cosmetics...
We're supposed to be mourning. Mourning, damnit!
I just can't seem to get myself sad. Uncomfortable, sure. Sad? No.
He called me.
Lev called me.
I love this boy. I've missed hearing his voice.
He said
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