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Remmy woke me up the next morning. Seeing him sitting there and having at least a fraction of my soul back let me pretend for just a moment that nothing had happened, that Remmy was greeting me as he did before I had been kidnapped and taken into that cave. We just continued to stare at each other. Remmy took one of my hands in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. Somehow, he knew at least a part of me was restored last night.
“How are you?” he asked.
I couldn’t even begin to answer that. To say something along the lines of I’m fine or pretty good, was a lie that would insult Remmy and our friendship. After everything that happened, I wondered if we were still friends.
“How much did you know…do you know, Remmy? About what happened.”
He squeezed my hand again. “Everything. I know about
