02-21-2009, 08:28 PM
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As Conri sank towards the ground to be even with Salem, the boy came forward and closer, just as he had before. The absence of his second arm still garnered some interest, but Salem tried not to give it so much attention. So his father lacked an arm and Salem had two mothers, which apparently was strange in itself. “Things have been okay,” he said with a shrug, not really feeling one way or another about it. “I'm ready for winter to be over with, though.” He was tired of the cold, tired of the snow, and tired of the days being so short and void of the sun.
“How have you been?” He didn't ask why it was that it had been so long since he had last seen him, though he did wonder. A couple of days was still a long time to him, but this had been longer than that, he was certain. Though now he was more attentive to the appearance of the other than before, even though he had barely changed since the last time he had seen him. And just as before, he wished that he could have come home, but he was also understanding of why he could not, though what his mother told him did not stack up against how he saw the red-haired man before him. How could someone so calm and meek do such things?
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“How have you been?” He didn't ask why it was that it had been so long since he had last seen him, though he did wonder. A couple of days was still a long time to him, but this had been longer than that, he was certain. Though now he was more attentive to the appearance of the other than before, even though he had barely changed since the last time he had seen him. And just as before, he wished that he could have come home, but he was also understanding of why he could not, though what his mother told him did not stack up against how he saw the red-haired man before him. How could someone so calm and meek do such things?