Nah, it’s - [This is delayed. Steve’s already at his phone by the time he remembers to talk.
His mothers features are almost alien, now. All his surface memories are blurry, like an ols VHS that’s on its last legs. She’s so clear now, and Billy remembers better days.
It’s deeply ironic, he supposes, that it was mother who let him beat Henry, and now it’s her again that means -] Thanks. Shit. I guess I owe you one.
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His mothers features are almost alien, now. All his surface memories are blurry, like an ols VHS that’s on its last legs. She’s so clear now, and Billy remembers better days.
It’s deeply ironic, he supposes, that it was mother who let him beat Henry, and now it’s her again that means -] Thanks. Shit. I guess I owe you one.