It was no secret

Somebody knocked on the door, Ebby was exhausted. Why would I want to keep doing this? Thoughts flew fast and then dropped while singing under the shower, shaking the bad shivers and the sticky mist of the city off of his body. He put on the bathrobe and opened the door; nothing but a bag of courgette seeds was on the doormat. He was really standing in front of a bag of seeds, bringing memories of his teenage years back to the present. He closed the door and went to the kitchen: once again, the attic was what he needed. There lay the wisdom book that was being kept safe under layers of dust since the day Emile left him. He would have known.

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