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@@@@@When I didn't move, she got up, walked over to me, and dropped it in my lapShe sat on the arm of my chair and waited I held on stubbornly for half a minuteThen I snatched the little square of fabric angrily and wiped my eyes ?Everybody cries their first yearThese emotions are so impossibleWe're all children for a bit, whether we intended that or notI used to tear up every time I saw a pretty sunsetThe taste of peanut butter would sometimes do that, too She patted the top of my head, then trailed her fingers gently through the lock of hair I always kept tucked behind my ear ?Such pretty, shiny hair,? she noted?Every time I see you it's shorterWhy do you keep it that way?? Already in tears, I didn't feel like I had much dignity to defendWhy claim that it was easier to care for, as I usually did? After all, I'd come here to confess and get help?I might as well get on with it She didn't gasp, as I half expected she wouldKathy was good at her jobHer response was only a second late and only slightly incoherent ?You? She? she's still that?present? ? The appalling truth tumbled from my lips?When she wants to beOur history bores herShe's more dormant while I'm workingBut she's there, all rightSometimes I feel like she's as present as I am My voice was only a whisper by the time I was done ?Wanderer!? Kathy exclaimed, horrified