She didn't watch him leave this time, not beyond the tent flaps that for a moment seemed to flutter in his wake. Once he was out she was moving. She didn't ask where he was going, nor did she care to make a guess. He would be back and she had things to do.
"I don't remember much of my life" was still working and it was a good card to play, a good
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