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The days are long in the desert; especially when you have no books or television or Netflix. It doesn't seem to bother Travellers, but I grew up in the human world, and in the human world there's a lot of good tv. I tried talking to Royal, but he preferred to spend the day outside sunning himself on a rock, only coming in occasionally to cook me some porridge or go to the bathroom. The only time we actually spent together was at night.
After dinner, when the sun was down, he would build fires in all the rooms and then we'd sit together in the living room. Him deep in a beanbag chair and me sitting painfully upright on a straight back chair that provided enough support for the skeletal remains on my wings. Tonight was the third night of this routine and I longed for conversation as
