He, a lawyer, forgot something. Something important had slipped through the fracture of his memory network, like a diamond ring fell through the gully into the bottomless sewer.
The tree doesn’t talk. The grass doesn’t smile. Only the wind whispers, in a low and grumpy voice. Time flows, clear and concise, in a stream from the forgotten past to the empty future.
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