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Back home, I pace out circles again. Something is bothering me, something is amiss. But I can’t figure it out. Something Beta had said to me shortly before she died. Something she’d said... No, I can’t remember.
In my room, the furniture stands around the perimeter. Once when we were playing Battleships I stationed all my ships right at the edges, just on a whim, and I beat everyone: there was more empty space left that way. The four-square ship in my room is the bed; the three-square ships are the wardrobe, the piano and the desk. The two-square ship is the bookcase, and the one-square ship is the chair. Who can I play Battleships with, room against room, to get these objects out of my life? There are plenty of objects in my life, but few people. And now… No, don’t think about it, don
