Guy found a place to live. He packed his things and moved down the street. Before he returned the copy of keys I'd given to him earlier, he handed me this book. It wasn't wrapped up or anything--Guy is not that kind of person. I'm not going to lie. I teared up just a bit and Guy might have too."It's clear to me that you're pretty serious about butter," he said.
"Very serious," I said.
After Guy left, the apartment was very still. I miss Guy and Regrette and Warden. But, it has been a very long time since I've been in a room, alone. "A room to myself," Homes would say. "That's what I want the most and want not the most."
I flipped through the book.
I heard every page.
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