Well, at least he had confirmation now, even if it hurt. He reached up and patted the seagull’s head.
“I miss Feather… hope he’s doing okay.”
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She nodded.
“I was copying you. I’m not actually rude. I still don’t get why you were mean to me for no reason.”
She hugged herself. “Okay,” she whispered.
“I… but the trial…”
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“Thank you. That’s quite wonderful of you.” She stepped through.