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And while I greatly resented the attention Eve lavished on her unborn baby, in retrospect, I realise I had never given her a reason to lavish that same attention on me. Perhaps that is my regret: I loved how she was when she was pregnant, and yet I knew I could never be the source of her affection in that way because I could never be her child.
— Jul 22, 2026 05:30AM
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Handolf
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Eve continued with the inexorable process of dying, Zoe spent too much time with her grandparents, and Denny and I worked at slowing the beating of our hearts so we wouldn’t feel so much pain.
— Jul 28, 2026 12:53AM
Handolf
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I would like to tell you that I am such a master of my destiny that I contrived the entire situation, that I made myself crazy so Zoe could calm me on this trip, and thus would be distracted from her own agitation. Truth me told, however, I have to admit I was glad she was holding me; I was very afraid, and I was grateful for her care.
— Jul 28, 2026 12:42AM
Handolf
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I marveled at them both; how difficult it must be to be a person. To constantly subvert your desires. To worry about doing the right things, rather than doing what is most expedient.
— Jul 28, 2026 12:18AM
Handolf
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Such a simple concept, yet so true: that which we manifest is before us; we are the creators of our own destiny. Be it through intention or ignorance, our successes and our failures have been brought in by none other than ourselves.
— Jul 23, 2026 05:10AM
Handolf
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She wasn’t asking me. She was asking Denny, and I was merely Denny’s surrogate. Still, I felt the obligation. I understood that, as a dog, I could never be as interactive with humanity as I truly desired. Yet, I realised at that moment, I could be something else. I could provide something of need to the people around me.
— Jul 22, 2026 05:37AM
Handolf
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But what I’ve always liked best is when he talks about having no memory. No memory of things he’d done just a second before. Good or bad. Because memory is time folding back on itself. To remember is to disengage from the present.
— Jul 22, 2026 05:16AM
Handolf
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My littermates and I were tussling around like we always did, and a hand reached into the pile and found my scruff and suddenly I was dangling high in the air.
“This one,” a man said.
It was my first glimpse of the rest of my life.
— Jul 22, 2026 05:13AM
“This one,” a man said.
It was my first glimpse of the rest of my life.