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I have been watching them for twelve days. After the emptiness I encountered in Daniel’s room, I have latched onto them, not knowing where to go or what to do anymore. They fill up the emptiness with their sorrow, their quiet desperation, and their connection with the dead.
I stand outside their door every day from about 8am to 9pm, following each of them separately or together when they leave the house, learning about their habits and lives. I hate when I have to go home and try to sleep, when all I can think about is where they might go and what I might miss. Sometimes I do follow them until the early hours of the morning and survive on only a few hours sleep before running through the streets, excited and breathless, to see them again.
The woman constantly has a stringy t
