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Day 2 without Biboo. My madness begins to manifest. I drive through a sudden storm on the road home, and I swear I can hear her laughter between the patter of rain. It mocks me. Oh, how it mocks me. But I would never ignore such a precious sound. It fills the deafening silence. This mockery of her fills the void on an endless stretch of road as I clench down firmly on the wheel. I will be patient. As patient as a stone gathering moss.
