Everything was all right now. It really would be all right now. A car would soon arrive.  "Goodbye" seemed insufficient.
Like pages from a favorite book, Jack thumbed the chapters one by one, through a dozen lifetimes, the silent faces staring back, embraces frozen on the pages wanting nothing.There had been days like these,  but worlds away and wasn't it enough? There was nothing as eternal as a good dog with a good stick.
 

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