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I turned 27 three days ago. Usually Socrates reminds me - I get distracted and I don't realize my birthday is passing. This year it was cars and curses. I've been repairing the body and engine of an off-roading vehicle, and ~~the smell of the blood in the backseat~~ the work has been engrossing. He gave me a pair of seashell earrings last year, ones he found and harvested himself. They were pale and made of the Glory of the Sea.

The odd thing is that I'm fairly sure I've turned 27 here before, but that was years ago. So am I in my thirties, now? I suppose it doesn't matter. I'll calculate the numbers. I'm 27.

There's a cake. I think it's chocolate.

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Just me now.

Has it been too quiet?

Only in the morning and after dinner.

I like the quiet.

I can't say I agree with you there.

Most don't. I don't know why.

Just a matter of opinion, I reckon. Nothing to it.

That's very thoughtful of you, Mae.

Yep, that's me. Thoughtful thoughtful...

Is that a joke?

No, I don't think so. I mean, I would rather think I am a thoughtful person, redundancy aside.

And now what will you do, without them?

Without my brother I build. Do you know how to deal with cars?

I will find something to do. Jamie wouldn't want me to mope - neither would Nick nor Alan, I'd suppose.

Cars - uhm. I know where to get in and that seatbelts are important, despite being frequently forgotten.

From what I knew of Nick, I don't suspect he would care much.

Pity.

Ah, yes. But see - he'd have been a much better ally for fixing cars than I ever could become.

Yes.

It's unfortunate he left.

Or fortunate, depending on perspective.

I liked him.

He grows on you.

He was honest.

That he was.

That's a rare quality.

It does seem to be. Blunt honesty at least.

If he returns, please tell him he may come to the Garage.

I'll let him know. Won't you, though?