The dirty girl taped the letter and touched her finger across the Braille of dried tears. She thought a long time about what it could mean. When she was through with that, she wrote another letter and tore it to bits.
Dear Companion— We have never been to the waste or counted birds. We have never met or spoken. You cannot possibly be real, and yet these letters arrive. Have I been alone so long that I created you from ash and tear? Sincerely, D—
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