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How did you remember me this time? I still have your journal. I write in it every week. What do you write? Anything I think about. When I started it was complete sentences, very long thoughts about every day. But now I'm running out of room, so I have to be more careful with words. A few phrases. Only the most important things. Just enough for me to remember if I read it. He nods earnestly. That's often how it goes. But I'm running out of room. Only a few pages left. You have another book? Not with me. It is true, he has left the bulk of his 
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notebooks with his luggage back at the train station. But you can buy a new one. But it won't be right until you write in it. Next time I'm here, you can give it to me. Something resembling mischief flashes in her eyes. I may have forgotten about you by then. I'll have to take that chance, then. I was reading about your travels in the west. You could understand what I wrote? Not immediately. I had to learn the language. I'm still learning. Five new words a day, that's my goal.  |
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