In a moment of impatience and memory and temptation and almost tears, I can not, or do not, look at the picture on the wall. Instead, my eye falls to a drawing posted on the side of Emily's dresser. For moments before I realize it, I am staring at the glitter-written word, "forever."
645 (I'll-be-cursed-if-I-call-them-anything-but) glorious days remain.
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