She looked round from atop the stairs and smiled, a questioning smile nonetheless but I knew she wouldn't ask me why I hadn't visited her in so long. She merely walked slowly down the stairs before looking in the hall way cabinet drawer for paper and a pen.
"Here..' I suggested, placing both a pen and some paper in front of her with a smile; she staired at my hands for a moment before
And All The Birds Were Tinted Red part.2
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