Rosa must have gotten stranger than I had realized in her last years. The mammoth steppe was replaced by short grass prairie. Took a good six months before I realised this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me. “Can I get you anything?” said Anita.
That ought to be enough. “Your new house,” she said. I don’t think I’ve been Left Behind. My conscience grows heavy.
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