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Tomorrow.
Time passes here and doesn't pass at home. I don't quite comprehend it. Makes it hard to keep track of dates. It's several weeks later for me than for her-- not that it matters, for me, when it is-- and later for my brother. Though how much, I didn't want to ask... So I can't count the years, only mark the date. Even if I try to tell myself it doesn't matter-- it's not even October at home, for any of us-- an arbitrary day in a nonexistent year, it doesn't obey reason. A rare sentimental moment? No, not quite; it's more a matter of need and knowledge, nothing so nebulous and pathetic.
It just feels... hollower, than usual, this time of year. At first a reminder of what had been lost, later, a point of anticipation. Here? I'm not certain what to think, whether I'm satisfied, whether I can forgive. Whether I can not forgive. I'm not angry, I never was; I just hate being reminded, constantly, of the choice he made.
Every time I fake a smile at her, I remember her, strapped to a table, waiting. She'd have made a perfect work of art.
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It didn't occur to me until today, but yesterday makes six months here. Surprising, the kind of thing you can get used to. I guess I should be angry and complain about it, but really, it isn't that bad.

And hey, Deb, it's October-- have you thought about a Halloween costume yet?


|[ooc: lolBroody Cooper. October 3rd, 1973, Laura Moser's remains were found... and one Harry Morgan decided it'd be a spiffy idea to separate the boys, adopt Dex, and institutionalize big brother. Not Biney's favorite day evar. ^^;]|