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When he found himself thinking about family and feeling a little achy and empty, he wrote his grandma. Mostly just a free postcard he'd picked up in Quoths or a sheet torn out of one of Ru's notebooks, and he wasn't quite sure what she wanted to hear so he'd mostly write her little stories about nothing. The guy in the coffee shop with the duck feather in his cap, or about the two older girls skipping rope with their little sister on the sidewalk outside their apartment. Stuff that wouldn't upset anyone, but so she'd maybe know just a bit about how his life was now.
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When he found himself thinking about family and feeling a little achy and empty, he wrote his grandma. Mostly just a free postcard he'd picked up in Quoths or a sheet torn out of one of Ru's notebooks, and he wasn't quite sure what she wanted to hear so he'd mostly write her little stories about nothing. The guy in the coffee shop with the duck feather in his cap, or about the two older girls skipping rope with their little sister on the sidewalk outside their apartment. Stuff that wouldn't upset anyone, but so she'd maybe know just a bit about how his life was now.
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