It's shameful to keep sulking around this place like some sort of insane puppy after it has been abandoned by it's master! Which he was most certainly not, my master, I mean. I would never allow him such a position.
But I've cleaned and repaired places all day. I know that it will probably do no good, as the place will be in ramshackles within the next five years that it takes me to visit. But the entire place is in the spotless, pristine condition that it always seemed to have when growing up. I never realized how much he must have had to clean to keep the dust away-- or perhaps someone did it for him that I never managed to notice. He didn't seem like the cleaning type.
Maybe all the dirt and dust and grime was too terrified to settle in the halls and items of his home until he'd left and gone for a while.
I found a bird's nest. I suppose in the shelter of this place, the mother could afford to hole herself up here with her babies to lay her eggs late, because there were several chicks squealing for food by the time I found it.
I didn't touch it. I don't dare make it to where their mother will abandon them before they're ready for it. Not like he did to me.
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