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He whistled. Then hummed a bit, sang a little. He tapped his fingers along the endless corridors. It was all the same, all a distraction.
Nothing seemed to fill the silence. He missed her. Like he had missed them all, missed them still.
He loved them each in a different way, and the same way. The only way you can love someone.
And he loved her.
Loved her.
Always, now, forever.
He almost laughed.
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