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[imnot_likeyou]

[there's the rustle of pages flipping, before Sam starts talking]

You know, I've been saying to a lot of people recently that it would be "three years in Januray," and ...

I think I've always known that it was a long time, but it didn't really sink in how long that is until right now. Especially with everything else that happens around here, and the short trips everyone else gets.

[a long pause]

Anyway. Happy anniversary to me.

[and with that, the journal will close for a little while. He'll be back, though.]

Comments

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

Doesn't make the circumstances any easier. Losing family is still losing family. And when it's all you really have, it's even worse.

[Her voice is softer.] You're lucky then.

[imnot_likeyou]

It is. I don't remember much of my mom, but I wish I did.

[there's a small smile in his voice]

They might show up some day. I've seen crazier things happen.

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

That's what I worry for Sunny. We have one thing of our parents, and that's hardly adequate. She reminds me much of my father though. Jovial and very clever.

Oh, I haven't given up hope. I just miss them.

[imnot_likeyou]

[smiles a bit]

She sounds like she keeps you on your toes.

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

[She can't help but smile.] She does. She's finally speaking and she loves to cook.

[imnot_likeyou]

Cooking at that young? She sounds like a pretty impressive kid.

[wittybaudelaire.livejournal.com]

She's outdone the both of us. Klaus and I.

[imnot_likeyou]

Good for her.