It is something, [ he agrees, quiet, respecting that tiredness that he can see drawn across his features. It's not enough for Harold, he can't possibly move on, has never been able to. He gets stuck in the loss and can't see his way out.
But remembering is something, and he can hardly forget, so at least there's that. ]
Thank you for returning my photograph, Mr. Carver. And for sharing yours.
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But remembering is something, and he can hardly forget, so at least there's that. ]
Thank you for returning my photograph, Mr. Carver. And for sharing yours.