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Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Apatosaurus... Dead.

Stegosaurus... Dead.

Tyrannosaurus... Dead.

Wash... Dead. Just like his dinosaurs. Just like his gorram dinosaurs.

Zoe closes the lid on the box and pushes it across the table. This is it, the last box. It's taken months, but she's finally done it; she's collected together every last reminder of him and stowed it all away, out of sight, because she thinks if she doesn't see them, she won't think of him, and if she doesn't think of him, she won't remember, and if she doesn't remember, she won't hurt for what she's had, for what she's lost. That's the plan, anyway.