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She’s been sleeping since our bath together. It sounds weird, but honestly it’s nice to just sit here and observe how calm she is. I had this thought a while ago (around October maybe) about if I was actually in love with her. I don’t know. It just feels odd to think about her in such a way. It’s like trying to fall in love with your sister. It just doesn’t work.

I just remembered. She had a habit of singing. The moment I arrived at the ward, she was singing this song. How’d it go? “Over the river and through the woods, to Grandmother’s house we go.” Something like that.

It’s been snowing non-stop for a good while. I wonder if they’re gonna call off school. It’ll give me a pretty good excuse to make sure she’s doing alright. She’s my friend, after all. I still don’t really know what to do about the whole hospital thing. I can’t just let her squat in my house forever. She has to be taken care of by people better than me. It’s just the right thing to do. I just don’t want her to look at me that way ever again. Speaking of which… why are you looking at her like that? Fuckin’ staring daggers into her.

Anyway, you were saying something before. What was that?

I see. That’s what happened, huh?

It’s a strange world out there, Mike. You’d know, I guess.

Have you ever heard people say "sins of the father"?