Maybe there's something Aster wants to say about that, or maybe he just wants to act mysterious about the whole thing - but either way, he doesn't get a chance to because their deep and insightful conversation about cryptic college professors is interrupted by a strange
squeak.
"Did you hear that?" Chi said.
"Did I hear what?" Aster said, which seemed quite suspiciously like a lie - because there was that
squeak again, much clearer and louder than the first time.
Well, if he wanted to be difficult then so be it. She scanned the room, looking for anything out of place - and suddenly noticed that the pen she'd left on her kitchen table had mysteriously vanished. In its place lay what seemed to be ... fluff.
and if you ask how i regret that parting:
it is like the flowers falling at spring's end
confused, whirled in a tangle.
what is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
there is no end of things in the heart.
ezra pound,
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