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"Remember the last time I came to your house ?"

"Yes, the same lights. No, these are new ones. It was ages ago. Christmas I guess."

"No, your birthday."

"Ah ! Birthdays. Who cares about it these days ? "

"Come on, friends do."

With a smirk, she asked, "Really ?" 

I decided to keep quiet. Sofie had this hold on me.

A lot had changed during the twelve years. 


I had left Sofie's world and never intended to return. 

But somehow I re-entered her life.  

Shaking me from my reverie, she asked, "I guess you will leave in a day or two."

I replied, "Yes, tomorrow evening."

"And when will you be back ? "

I had no answer to her question. She smiled slyly and drifted, "You remind me of him. He had no answer to most of my questions."

"I am sorry, Sofie", I blurted. 


"Please don't be. He is not dead." The standard Sofie-answer. 

She continued,"You should go and find someone.Its almost time. "

   

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